Don’t we just hate it when we don’t know why something happens? Of course we do! We’re humans. We’re bound to find reasons. Reason is to us, what a flame is to a moth. We burn. Yes we do. We just don’t know it. We’re desperate. For everything you can think of. And even more so to find a reason for our desperation. I am a moth too. And I am trying to find a reason. Every now and then, I travel towards that mighty flame. And there’s a reason here too. I am in love with you. And I want to know why. And so I think. I think more than I think I can afford to think. Just when I am about to reach the flame, my very substance is warmed by the warmth of your love. It’s beautiful, it’s mollifying, it’s a feeling I have often tried to describe in words and failed. I catch myself getting lost in your love. And I can’t save myself. So I let myself drown. Love is the elevator that takes you down, whether you want it to or not. You will fall at its mercy. And I have fallen too. I can find a million reasons to like you. And probably a hundred to hate you a little, every now and then. A couple of them might even want me to kill you someday. But what’s love if you like the person all the time? So, if you ask me why I love you, well, I choke on my own words. I do. I have no single utmost supreme reason to love you. I never reached the flame, you see. And I probably never will. I don’t even know why I am writing this. The purpose, I don’t really see any. Still I do, I don’t know why. May be you can figure something out from my state of mind. And may be you can hug me tight and tell me it’s okay to feel the way I feel. And that you are as far from sanity as I am. May be you can whisper in my ears, how often you’ve found yourself lost in the midst of reasons, just like I have. May be you can look into my eyes and assure me that every time you looked, the flame just seemed farther and farther away. Or may be, just may be (God forbid) you can wear a triumphant smile that tears my heart apart, and tell me you reached the flame; that you finally know why you love me, so I know, you don’t.