It’s so easy to fall in love with everyone, with everything. People’s eyes, sunsets, sunrises, the oceans, the skies, strawberries, songs that make you cry, tears that remind you that you feel – everything.
Maybe you just couldn’t figure it out yourself, but you’re in love with the flowers blooming along the streets where there used to be only trees and soil.
You’re in love with the Chinese noodles served to you last week by a very nice store waiter who kept checking on you if you need anything else.
You’re in love with the kid who helped an elderly cross the street.
You’re in love with the upbeat song that you keep hearing and you keep on wondering why it makes you want to cry.
You’re in love with the sadness that you feel whenever people reject you, disappoint you, because you know that at the end of this, is happiness beyond the grief you felt.
You’re in love with the friend you only met last week because even in silence, you have already learned to understand each other’s thoughts.
You’re in love with the time unspent with your family because it gives you that longing feeling that excites you when you think of how soon you’ll see them.
You’re in love with the person in love with your friend because you see the real person that he is and know that he has the ability to love your friend the way she deserves.
You’re in love with your vulnerability and how it breaks your soul every time.
You’re in love with your flaws, because fuck you, standards.
You’re in love with everyone.
You are in love with everything.
You just haven’t figured it out, yet, probably. But you are.
And it makes you glad that you are alive.