Under transformation

Ever since my roommate found another half, things got different in the apartment. I got a chance to be a spectator to watch how love can change one's life in a matter of days. I sure was one of them years ago, but stepping out of the circle and see it happening is quite an eye-opener. I began to see how logic and conscientiousness are being carried away by spontaneousness and passion.

Rather than seeing him at home most of the time, he disappeared without notice... for days... He may come back home, but would disappear again in minutes. Sometimes when I come home or wake up, I will find traits of his belonging here and there in the house. And I will become the detective to use them as clues to solve whatever mystery or unanswered question I have in my mind. It can be fun to solve the mystery, but if I can't, it can be mind-boggling.

Sometimes I just want to ask him up front what's going on these days? Or how's the relationship going? Or even where have you been hiding? But I would imagine this is the time that he would most want his personal space. Or I would afraid that I would bash his spontaneous behavior down by saying "What the heck are you thinking?? Are you losing your mind??" It's probably true that only he knows what he is doing. At least, that's what a blindly-in-love person would think. So it's best to mind our own business until their fiery relationship cools down.