Love does not always come as love only, I think.
Well, most of the times, love comes knocking as butterfly in the stomach.
Or, love comes as the pink blushes in your cheeks.
Or, love comes as the bright shine in your eyes, and the laughter from your mouth.
Love comes as the sweet narratives in your favorite fairytales book, hoping to find that someday.
But, sometimes,
Love comes as confusion in your brain.
Love comes destructing your perfect planned life unexpectedly.
Love comes recklessly, uninvited, and change you forever.
Love comes as denial you try to put aside.
Love comes as fight and war you have no choice to battle, with no assurance of winning.
And sometimes you lose.
On the other times,
well, this is my favorite part,
Love comes as calmness in the ocean at night, creating slow waves that lull your boat.
Love comes as warm blankets while rain is pouring down outside the window.
Love comes as autumn leaves and spring petals, turning into something beautiful, slowly, without strong winds in the winter, or radiating heat in the summer.
Love comes as a cup of tea in your morning, with perfect temperature with two croissants, knowing you would not mind having that for the rest of your life.
Sometimes, love does not come to you, love is there when you are ready.
