The most merciless thing about love is that it never asks if you’re ready.
It arrives like sudden thunder in a clear sky, unannounced and unapologetic, sweeping through the quiet rooms of your soul without knocking or waiting for permission.
One ordinary moment, and suddenly they’re there; woven into every thought, lingering in the spaces between heartbeats. Not because you invited them, but because your heart has already surrendered, whispering yes while your mind stumbles behind, wide eyed and protesting, clutching its careful plans.
That is why love is so frightening: beautifully, achingly terrifying. For the first time, someone holds the power to wound you without meaning to; a silence too long, a glance that drifts away, yet the ache feels almost sacred. Still, you open the door wider. Still, you choose them again and again, knowing the risk, because a life untouched by this wild arrival would be safer, yes, but oh, how unbearably grey.