Love does not come with a plan. Not one I was aware of. I didn't get a play by play. For me, it just happened.
One day, you were just a girl I saw once in a while. Girl I told "hi" in a passing, sit for a while and talk about something trivial. Someone I laughed with for ten minutes before I went back to the painful melancholy of a boring life mine became. The girl that always smelled nice and laughed despite of pain.
But then love happened, without an appointment. No warning.
And normal talks became deep as the ocean and your voice became my favourite symphony. I didn't plan on it, yet your eyes became so familiar as if my soul knew yours for lifetimes I never lived. Your smell became my favourite perfume. My heart lets its veins attach to your body, mind and soul.
I didn't plan on loving you, Sara. But, I do. Yeah, I do.
