It's not a mad, fleeting crush. This isn't about feeling like a teenager with raging hormones, lusting after the hottest boy in your grade or the girl next door with the brilliant smile, even if they're just that. It's not about wanting back seats in the cinema or someone that you can show off to your friends just to show that you can hook the best male or female specimen.

It's about being able to push aside the hormones, lust, fantasies and daydreams, and seeing something else there. Some call it love. Whatever it is, it's that.

You really would take them as they are. Perfect or not. You can easily disregard the flaws that make themselves known to you. Suddenly, his previous brags about taking any chick he can pick up back to his place don't matter as much. The fact that she breaks down in tears everytime she thinks of him only makes you feel like taking her into your arms and kissing away her tears, telling her it'll all be alright. You're willing to put up with anything, go against your own values and beliefs, just to make it happen.

Just to hear them say yes, they'll take that step forward with you.

Something in you tells you it'll be so right, even the only thing that could make sense in your life. You don't know how someone who has known you for such a short period of time can read you like an open book, when those who have known you for longer question your simplest actions. You've forgotten what life was like before she waltzed in. You're so caught up in wanting to be involved in his everyday that your everyday disappears. You shrug it off when you realise this because it seems to be all you need to make your day right.

And you slowly realise that there is no you without her laughter, or his words.

But you can't help it. You just know that without a word from him for a day, you're incomplete. If she doesn't reply your sms, you pace around your room, waiting so anxiously. All sorts of thoughts run through your head with your rationality down the drain. Intoxicated, you do stupid things that don't make sense to you when you awake. Simplicity no longer exists.

So, like the whistling kettle, you decide maybe it's time to take it off the stove, stop keeping the way you feel to yourself before you scald yourself. Too bad you never noticed how burnt you already are...