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.
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.
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