the purest form of life

your hesitating words drew a wide smile in my lips. i wasn't expecting anything that kind, that sweet, that... full of love? surely. i know you feel more, even more than your words revealed. it was a glimpse. of your heart.

it is due to spring, they say. no. spring can never explain something like that. pure love doesn't need a special occasion, a day to be celebrated, a radiant morning and a glorious sunset. pure love can walk in a blasted wasteland without getting thirsty, without sunburns. pure love can walk through the most intense rain without getting soaked. pure love can swim a thousand seas without drown. pure love can traverse the skies, high between the stars, without rush, without vertigo, without fear. like a god.

yet we are no gods. we're just in love. the purest form of life.