Love is strange.
It seems so difficult, but then it turns out to be the easiest feeling.
Almost always it happens completely unexpected.
Like a field flower.
Suddenly, we are in love and happy.
Love is so intimate, personal feeling that is born in ourselves,
and it’s growing with various speed and strength.
It happens to be mutual love and then it is miracle.
Then it fulfilled our life, brain, belly,
it gives you the meaning of life.
But, if it doesn’t come to the other one,
the power and strength that it releases become the burden
that presses us and destroys us.