Sometimes love is like a tidal wave, it roars on its approach, it submerges you, knocking you off your feet, tumbles you around till you do not know which way is up.

Sometimes it’s not.

Love can be a whisper of a dragonfly’s breath, as it passes high above your conscious thought, igniting a warmth that creeps slowly, silently with utter intent, it tenderly consumes the very atoms of your being till you feel your heart might burst open, if you cannot reach out and touch the one for whom it was born.


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