Three Ways for Love to Come

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.

Pain

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If you are in pain, remember this,
this is the same pain your friends went through, and they survived,
this is the same pain your parents had to endure during their youth days, and probably still,
this is the same pain your little sister cried about, and came in the morning with puffy eyes,
this is the same pain your older brother put aside, and acted like he was fine,
this is the same pain someone you pass by in the street tried to shake off, and yet still gave you smile,
this is the same pain your favorite singer sung about in their songs, and you memorized the lyrics cause you know how it feels,
this is the same pain someone next to you in the mosque prayed for strength, and they still carried on with their days,
and remember,
this is the same pain that you caused for someone, and they will never forget.

In Between

In between blossoming petals and spring breezes,
I found you laying on the grass with eyes closed,
I wished for the sun to set longer.

In between corner stops and brick sidewalks,
I saw you waving at me with the tired smile,
I craved for luck to be in my favor.

In between fountain splashes and light beams,
I noticed you staring at the emitted laughter,
I yearned for our life to be that easy.

In between cigarette smokes and billiard balls,
I spotted you standing still with hands on the table,
I longed for time to stay still.

In between freezing nights and dimming stars,
I felt your warmth next to me,
I hoped for morning to come late.

In between tacky riddles and messy puzzles,
I stared at you cracking codes,
I dreamed for never ending adventures.

In between grey clouds and rain drops,
I looked at you,
and for once, I wanted nothing.

Running Away

Running away does not mean you are weak.
Running away means you acknowledge the sadness and pain, and you are not as strong as you thought you were.
Running away means you are trying to find help.
Running away means you choose not to wallow yourself in the hole of despair.
Sometimes, running away means saving yourself.