warning! BREACHED PROTOCOL

when love comes knocking, you unbolt the door, let it in and then run away, as fast as you can.

this is the most convenient way of dealing with realities like love. realities that inconvenience other realities. well, at least, my friend ennui would say (as i imagine), that love is real for me.

i woke up early yesterday to so many signs of an impending knocking on the door. for seven months now, i've known the other side of the door was not empty. someone, with a closed fist would rap so softly, making a raptitapritap sound, almost like a heart beating-constricted by a lack of air.

and then last night, the knocking came.
and to my surprise and horror, i breached protocol. i opened the door. am now lingering, entertaining with a cup of brewed strong coffee.