Where does this thing we cherish and condemn start?
How does love begin?
It end with salty goodbyes sweetened by the gratitude of countless hours spent together
It ends in a flood of tears because it has died away
That burning flame becoming a barely lit spark
It ends in never talking again, despite the longing of one another's presence.
It progresses with daily conversations that are nonsense made to seem like Every thing
Countless hours spent getting to know new things about each other.
It continues with staying up late to talk to one another until you both fall asleep to the sound of the other breathing
It progresses with the never seeming to end subtle glances, the looks only you two can share
Where does it begin? How does it start? When do you know?
You don't know, you will never know.
Love is something that develops from nothing to something in an instant. It builds from something nonexistent to small molecule sized feelings into something beautiful.
Love does not start. It is the start.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.
