I'd like to start with heart-rending poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, of all lives showed me how to express love, the ulterior story behind her words could depict what is blooming inside me...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
by the back sound of Yiruma's What Beautiful Stars.
One must be frustrated when realizing his chest is overflown by the unfamiliar feeling yet breezy, no?
Life is such a tease, only seeing how you smile something inside me is jumping like a frog between rains. Neurotransmitter? Maybe it's such a thing the book said, induced my seventh cranial nerve to move forming a smile, maybe it's such a thing that make my heart feels at ease. I can't describe it further, how my body reacts on that carbonated smile.
Why carbonated?
Just as how it was described, it's fizzy because it contains bubbles that fill up my chest, giving smarting sensation yet banging, making my rise and fall chest hurt because too much carbon dioxide, but addictive.
Dear the owner of the carbonated smile...
You got me.
I don't know what to call this feeling, it could only be a simple admiration...