A Miracle called Love

The Fickle Heartbeat


Frankly speaking,
this thing you and I call love is nothing short of a miracle.

The moment when we met each other,
looked into each other’s eyes,
our brilliant minds intertwined,
and began to love every inch of each other’s soul and body is a perpetual memory I relive everyday.

I sometimes wonder how the word “we” became to define you and me. We could’ve so easily grazed each other by, become nothing more than a friendly stranger, and moved on to make another lovely soul to be happy or miserable.

But the world we live in is a funny, funny place.

Because in that moment of brevity,
Isn’t it amazing how we stopped at each other a little longer,
how our hearts beat a second faster, and now we make something so ordinary as everyday to be a miracle called love?

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