When it starts

I never thought i shall ever write about this emotion or feeling or whatever word they have it in English for it. When i was a teenager i fell in love for the first time and thought she was my entire world, the feeling grew even stronger with time, but when time passed and i lost her i got over her i found someone else, i see things getting more and more practical and that feeling getting weaker and weaker each and every time i tried to mull over this thought. I was  able to see the madness and passion getting obsolete. At this while i am writing this i have lived more than quarter of a century and somehow this feeling is so so strong, that i don’t even care if i write incorrect English by writing the “so” word twice. Sometimes i wonder this feel that i am living is experienced ever by other or is it just me. As i see her i want to kept seeing her, as i talk to her i wish i could talk to her forever, the more she is enigma to me the more she fascinates me. The world as i see things grow gradually outside, but what about things that are inside, over which i don’t have control.  Probably its not privy probably not. I couldn’t stop when it started, and not that it has started, i don’t want it to stop. The vision of friends and family dilute when you find yourself in such a condition. God save me.