{ whimsicalities }

Love is a shining thing, like a golden fire or a silver mist. It comes very quietly; you can’t command it, but you can’t deny it either. When it does come, you can’t quite see it or touch it, but you feel it –inside of you and around you and the person you love. It changes you; it changes everything. Colors are brighter. Music is sweeter. Funny things are funnier. Ordinary speech won’t do – you grope for better ways to express how you feel. You read poetry. Maybe you even try to write it… Oh, it’s so many little things. Waltzing in the dark, waiting for the phone to ring, opening the box of flowers. It’s holding hands in a movie; it’s humming a sad little tune; it’s walking in the rain; it’s riding in a convertible with the wind in your hair. It’s quarreling and making up again. It’s the first drowsy thought in the morning and that last kiss at night.