When love finds you, it doesn't come with crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears in a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise- where the promise of summer shines out from within.
We number our days and divide our seasons. we endlessly define what it is to be in love.When in truth, spring blurs into summer and has always, long before that line was ever drawn. Your love for him is the same-it runs wild and free. like the air around you, it stretches all across the world, it does not leave a single blazing beacon, a straight line from your heart to his. And it keeps alive that aching, throbbing hope, that somewhere in the world, there is a cafe and within those walls, he is there, hoping just as much as you.