Love, oh, how it comes when you least know it. Love, oh, how it comes when you least expect it. Love, oh, how it fits into your soul, regardless of how much of a fight you put up to refuse it. Love, oh, how it feels, like breathing, how it feels natural; Fleeting, you need more. Addiction, you crave more. Need, want, lust, more.

The comfort, that comes, in knowing he exists. The settling of the beating heart. Racing when he draws near, the raspy breaths, the way-too-excited tone of your morning voice. What gives, what gives, what would you give to experience a love, of a nature, of such grandeur. The richness of the connection that binds your souls - he understands, he knows, he hears you when you don’t speak, he sees your smile when your back faces him, he knows.

And just when you least expect it, he comes along. His strengths, and your strengths; His flaws, and your flaws - they intertwine in a perfection only the greeks would have dreamt of. Is this reality? Surreality? Imagination, hallucination, supposition. 

Or maybe, this is just… Maybe, this might just be - love.