For all the times love knocked on my door and I silently pretended that no one's home.
I remember, one time, at the end of a long day, I lost my metro card.
I live with a friend. On that long day, she gifted me a white T-shirt because she knows I love white clothes. She wrote "I love you" on a piece of tissue paper for me to keep as a souvenir because she knows, these souvenirs always transcend moments and I am here for the keeps.
On some days love burns like a matchstick near my face - with a purpose to light an addiction. On others it burns like a bonfire out of strange wood, from nowhere, for everyone. Somedays my mind is a lagging laptop taking too long to close its dialog boxes. On others, love is the app always running in the background but on most days, it is the lost metro card found while shaking pending laundry, carelessly cute notes found on tables and letters found inside exchanged books. Unexpectedly in places I wasn't looking for. A near Euphoria knocking on my door.