The beginning

Love. This is how it all began. Somehow, without my knowing, from one moment to the next she went from being a cute girl to the wallpaper of my mind. I close my eyes and she's smiling back at me. She shows up at meetings at work, floating by as high-power men in suits talk about serious subjects. My thoughts are now under foreign control, my productivity a thing of the past. I'm totally irrational. The symptoms are known, the diagnosis is clear. Love is in the air; I've caught it.