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I can tell you what falling in love is like.

The loveliest aspect about falling in love is creating a new language. There’s French and there’s English and there’s Portuguese and there’s the Russian the pretty blue eyed girls would speak to me in Belarus. But, then there is the language each of us create with our person. It takes time. It takes trust. It takes knowing a person deeply, intimately, for a long while. It takes falling in love. At first, as the two of you develop your language, you won’t even realize it. This is the fucking magic of it all. It’s not unlike the native tongue you develop as a child, you don’t remember learning it, one day you just wake up speaking it. One night you find yourself at a dinner party, making eye contact with her and she starts bursting out laughing over something neither of you said just mutually understood and those around you who don’t speak your tongue are looking at the two of you bewildered, like what the fuck is going on? You begin to explain to them that it’s nothing, just an inside joke of sorts, but you’re lost for words because your brain is making your eyes dilate three fold to absorb every millisecond of her gorgeous being; her face lighting up, her head going back exposing her soft neck and that laugh you want to hear echo through your head for the rest of you life. This is when you’ll know that the two of you have created your own language. After this, everything will change and you’ll see this change immediately. The two of you will begin speaking without speaking. You’ll hug her after a long day at work and her energy will light up your chest like a hellfire and you’ll know not to ask questions, but to just pour her a glass of wine. You’ll look up to find her looking at you on Thanksgiving like you’re a snack and the two of you will leave the house, jump in the car and find a place far away from family to fuck. Suddenly, you’ll start understanding her silences and acting accordingly. You’ll know the silence that feels like the quiet before a storm is when she’s about to cry. You’ll know the silence that feels like Christmas morning is when she wants to stay silent longer and exist in that moment forever with you. You’ll know the silence that feels like a lioness on the hunt is when you have to get her out of the room before she erupts on the mother fucker talking politics. You’ll know all of this without so much as a word and this is what falling in love is like. It’s creating a new language with the most beautiful person in the world.

By Cole Schafer.


P.S. One day these one minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.


Cole Schafer