Sometimes love never happens in order.
It just pops up.
In one snap you’ll just find yourself flooded with feelings.
Love is the first song you hear in the morning.
The soft blows of air on your face.
It could be a new shoelace for your old rugged pair of sneakers.
A wild flower that grows on the road.
The brightest star on the night sky.
Or your first day of your freshmen year.
Or a smell of a book.
Or a ringtone on your smart phone.
Or a percentage of alcohol in a beer.
Or a coin on your purse.
Love is no coincidence.
Love is everything.
It could be anything.
It could be something you already have.
Love could also be
a cherry blossoms on spring.
A maple leaf during fall.
A snowflakes on winter
and a sunburn during summer.
Or it could also be a rain at any time of the day.
Love is timely.
It is never early nor late.
It arrives on its own time and chance.
Love is always like that.
Words that I never utter during my cousins wedding because I didn’t have the confident to deliver a speech.