i could have never guessed.
love is so intangible,
leaving us in a fleeting moment
like a box forever expanding;
we never see the piece within ourselves
until another person finds it
picks it up
drops it a few times,
and brings it into our light
for us to touch, feel, hold
to know
our love can never bear a material form
not a concert ticket or a necklace or a letter or a gift—
it’s an indescribable explosion
that…
