Love is this.

Sometimes love is a white sheet covering a window on a sunny day. Sometimes love is waking up with your favourite song in your head. Sometimes love is saving lives. Even the one of the spider in your kitchen. Sometimes love is walking on a rainy day on bare feet and a beating heart. Sometimes love is all your lifestories conveyed in one moment of blissful silence. Sometimes love is the absence of all doubts in situations that are thoroughly new and untested. Without seatbelt or airbag or parachute. Sometimes love is a new pair of eyes and thus a different world. Sometimes love is a tightening in your chest that lets you believe you are experiencing a heart attack. Sometimes love is out of our reach. So we open our arms and wait. A lifetime. And longer.