And sometimes there was a single reason.
And that alone was enough.
Like a single flower blooming in the center of a concrete field, finding life in the hidden little cracks. Reaching for the sky in whatever opening it could find. Feeding it's self from the rain and the dirt tracked on the bottom of people's shoes.
That flower was their love.
A beautiful brightness that had been created from a single seed, blooming where life shouldn't have been capable of existing. A reminder of the nature that had been ruined. Of the beautiful that had been taken. Blooming red and healthy green, a brilliant beauty that stood tall in the face of everything that wished to end it.
His love was an infection. And it had already set in.
His love was the cure. And it was constantly fighting.
And right now.
In this moment.
It was winning.
