mmhmmm.

 he showed up.

& my day got better.

            The doorbell rang & I felt my heart leap in my chest, the sharp intake of breath & the fluff of hair. A smile crept to my lips. The quick glance in the mirror, the look in my eyes, it was all a reminder of love, an echo in the back of my mind.

            His eyes met mine & my heart melted. I felt the butterflies enter my stomach I forgot all other needs. The pain that had worn its way into my body, the pain that had created a hollow in a place that used to be whole. He smiled & my knees buckled.  “Hi, Baby.” He said & I realized what love was. Love wasn’t something big & glamorous like they make it out to be in the movies, love was something simple. Love was a beard, a bed head, a crooked smile. Love is an arm around you in public, a hand resting on your leg beneath the table. Love isn’t shown in one way. Love is innumerable, it can’t be counted. 

Love is the impossible.

Love just happens. Love just is.