Instant

They say, they say: love at first sight. Or,

My eyes met yours and I knew that home could wrap me in their arms. Or,

Your touch was lightning and my heart thunder and we were a storm I didn’t think I’d weather. Or,

Bodies, much like moons and planets and hot stars, have their own gravitational pull.

Or,

love is not a decision. Love is an instant, a flash of time where two strings are irreparably knotted.

It’s

a bit of you recognizing a bit of them and saying,

there you are,

I’ve found you.

Always

unquantifiable:

no one can devalue a love that

had no boundaries

in the first place.