Love does not always come in packages of explosive fireworks and chirping birds gracing your wake. It is not predictive, it is unexpected, because it encompasses everything there is about schedule alterations and traitorous decisions of the feelings and warmth rush.

It is in a split second, found within an exhale, an intake of breath, a sudden stop, and an all too disruptive halt that we may find ourselves stumbling upon prospects of harbouring feelings, and, possibly, love.

It is, sometimes, in a blink of an eye that we come to a glimpse of rapid beatings of the heart and swift sparks tingling every nerve, every move.

It can be found within innocent touches, having no really meaning at all when first made, but may later on result into tangled double meanings, creating hopes, and generating feelings.

We may find it in the depths of past encounters. Making us think twice about everything, worrying over and over if we should add colour and spice to what had been. It lies within the comforts of our memories, trusting it to have the answers as to what does it all truly mean.

We may catch it in our clouded thoughts, wrapped within the confines of our vulnerability.

Love, instead, comes in packages of misplaced jealousy, concrete insecurities, unequal comparisons and a thick bundle of hope. It is destructive in the same sense that it is a concoction of rejuvenation, because it will hurt and it can heal. Because it is hard and because it matters.

Love, as I see it, comes with a deal of no going back. If it grows within, then it will continue to do so. If we fall, we can do nothing about it, because the heart will continue to want what it desires, no matter the cost and no matter all the possible baggage.

When love strikes, it strikes real hard. And when we are met with its impact, it will knock the breath out of our lungs, leave purple marks on its path, it will render us immobile and it’ll be one of the most exquisitely distinct emotion that there will ever be.

But in the end it will all boil down to the totality of how much we felt it and how bad we want to keep it and have it close.