Why do fools fall in love? And when we do fall, why do our faculties of reason–and decency and self-respect and even right and wrong–sometimes not come along? For that matter, why would anyone reciprocate the love of a partner who has come so romantically unhinged?
The thought of a loved one can turn our wits upside down, ratchet up our heart rate, impel us to slay dragons, write corny songs, it leads to the invention of the Hallmark-card poets and even expressing it through photographs. We may become morose, obsessive, even violent. Lovesickness has been blamed on the moon, on the devil, but whatever is behind it, it’s always subtle, tender and warm.
For anyone who has been under love’s spell, nothing so primal could have been created out of thin air as a mere custom or product. Romantic infatuation is the raw material in the drive of Dian’s playing guitar, singing which soothes Sonnia’s ears. It could also be the invisible paint of her painting that is hanging on his room wall.
For all this, there may be a paradoxical logic to romantic love and I can’t imagine a world without it and you both is a proof of it.
MUA: Yuliana Gho
Special Thanks: Tokyo Bike
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