They say that when you find love, you’ll know. It will hit you hard like a firetruck on duty, like freshly made coffee on an eager tongue, like a sudden downpour just as you’re leaving the building.
But sometimes it’s a slow burning ember after the wild fire has died down, the melting of sugar crystals in the warmth of a slow stir, the smell of freshly cut grass after the rain and the rainbow that transgresses it. Sometimes it’s the cool morning breeze that has always been there but we never took the time to notice.
It’s a blossoming flower that flourishes as you nurture it, the speckling grains of sand on a beautiful sprawling paradise, each note of a melody that makes beautiful music.
Sometimes love makes us more aware. It ignites our senses and opens our eyes.
Sometimes love doesn’t take us by surprise but rather embraces us in a familiar warmth.
Sometimes we find it in the most mundane places at the most mundane time.
It’s in the small smiles that escapes the lips on the commute to work or the tingling sensation in your body when you remember how it feels when your skin touches theirs.
It’s the happiness that you feel when you’re together; the kind of happiness that is new to you yet feels like home.
It’s in the way your hands fit imperfectly together and yet, you don’t want to let go.
It’s in your laugh when you share moments; a laugh that you’ve never shared with anyone else.
It’s when you look into each other’s eyes and get lost in the universe.
It’s at the end of the day when you kiss them good night and you just know.