When love arrives.

I always believe every story is a love story. And love has always been my favorite philosophical topic when it comes to writing.

Thanks to @adrianus_3, I am currently enjoying the amazing, beautiful poetry from Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye. Go watch their video on YouTube, people. The poem's title is "When Love Arrives".

I would like to quote some of the beautiful, beautiful sentences.

But we found a park bench that fits us perfectly, we found jokes that makes us laugh.

Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.

Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict. 

Well, I was about to quote some sentences only. But come on, the lines are too beautiful to be missed. So here's the first two amazing paragraphs:

I knew exactly what love looked like- in seventh grade. Even though I hadn't met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom I would've recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. I would've recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew, I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him.

But when love finally showed up, she had a bow cut. He wore the same clothes every day for a week. Love hated the bus. Love didn't know anything about The Beatles. Instead, every time I try to kiss love, our teeth got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to- Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. Love waited by the phone because she knew that if her father picked up it would be: “Hello? Hello? I guess they hung up.”

Words are beautiful and I always adore writers. I hope there will be more great love poetry like this :")