Forelsket

I’m in love.

Sometimes it’s an explosion. Fireworks of color and emotion and love and the knowledge that what must be will be.

I’m in love.

Sometimes it’s a sunrise. A slow dawning of understanding, driving away the shadow of loneliness, realizing that what must be will be.

But the darkness dissipates regardless. And the response is the same.

Throw your hat in the air, don’t bother watching where it lands. Throw your arms up to the sky, don’t bother about who might be in your way.

I’m in love! I’m in love!

And I don’t care who knows it.

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