How long does it take to fall in love? A soul kiss? A fraction of a second? A cup of coffee shared? A holiday? Eleven lines? A stuffed chocolate? Maybe it takes twenty years. Maybe it happens over a glass of wine. Maybe over a chance meeting on a busy road. Maybe over three slices of bread. And one green apple.
Perhaps it doesn’t happen, but grows. With every kiss and every sigh. When every farewell gets harder to go through, and you linger longer at the door, unwilling, unable to let go. You walk in to any place and wish he was with you, that he might like what you’re looking at, that he might like you in what you’re seeing. You visit a place and wish he were there with you. Maybe love happens when you stop thinking and just feel.
2 comments:
mesmerizing! wow!
I feel ...what you say :-)
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