Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to
And love leaves exactly when love mustWhen love arrives say,
“Welcome, make yourself comfortable”
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet
Whisper,
“Thank you for stopping by”
That was a quote from one of my fave poem, “When Love Arrives” by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye. It’s about what, when, who, why and how love grew. How we perceived love when we were in junior high school, while we were becoming, adulthood, marriage, even divorce, and when we grew old. Love comes and goes.
I might not remember my first crush face, but the feeling vaguely remain.
I surely remember my first broken heartache, how I cried for days, screaming how unfair life was
I remember my first love; at first sight in the afternoon I fall. Hard. And kept falling.
In my eyes he was a perfection.
The giddiness. The butterfly. The nervousness.
His smile. His laughter. Him
-mylunar 02.05.16-
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