Risk

Sometimes falling in love is not with a person, but with a pure theory. It's a crazy infatuation with an idea, where the heart has already dived into the abyss, but the mind is still on the shore, waving a towel and shouting, “Don't you dare!” But who listens to reason when the fanfare of anticipation is playing in their head?

It pulsates somewhere between panic and elation: it seems like nothing has happened, but you're already afraid of losing it. Everything is in the future tense, but emotions live in the present, as if you had already met, kissed, quarreled, and made up. The brain constructs scenarios, the heart signs the contract without reading the terms.

And so you sink - beautifully, awkwardly, with your eyes open. You realize that this may be a disaster... but what an exciting disaster it is.