I used to think I’d instantly recognize love in a crowd
I was wrong.
The first time I set my eyes on love, I got defensive.
I almost thought it was an intruder, only set on plundering the best bits of me.
I shut my windows and fortified my walls.
I held myself back. I told myself I had to “tread cautiously.”
But all love wanted, was to make me laugh and see me gleam.
Love wanted to stay awake late nights to talk politics and world peace.
I didn’t understand love.
I couldn’t comprehend why it would see the worst in me and still stay.
Love didn’t try to strip me naked of my emotions and pull the no-strings-attached move.
And I couldn’t, for the life of me understand why!
For the first time, love stayed after promising it would.
For the first time, love held me as I cried and listened to what I had to say instead of just ‘hearing.’
In all its Glory, love laid itself bare and exposed it’s vulnerability.
For the very first time, love looked at my scars and wasn’t intimidated by the past that lay behind them.
I thought the movies had it all figured out- how love ought to behave.
Turns out, love doesn’t confine within the squares of definition.
Love didn’t look like anything or anyone I thought it would resemble.
Now that I think of it, I certainly didn’t fall in love as they say;
I grew into it- one day at a time, until the day I knew we were meant to be.