“Do you know of a love that cannot live yet never dies?” – Nina Simone

Love comes differently my dear,

Love at times comes like a shadow that sneeks up on you bringing with it stories and memories and songs.

Love comes subtly, like the fingers of the wind, caressing your face

Sometimes it is a crashing wave, that topples you, that drowns you while you are still trying to figure it out

Love is theatrical this way

Love is love is love. And again, it isn’t

My dear, we must understand what form our love comes, that we might sail with it and not be destroyed by it.

Love comes differently my dear,

A shadow, a wind, a wave… none lesser than the other. Do not be afraid then, there is no fear in love, however it might have come, and however it may choose to stay.