Journey 2 Zendipity

Loving someone never starts from logic.
Logic makes sense, love doesn’t.
Love doesn’t ask for reason; it just happens.
Even when you don’t want it.

Sometimes it sneaks in quietly, then sings loud.
Other times, it comes in like thunder from the start.
(Though Buddha says if your palms are sweaty, that’s not the one.)

It doesn’t care if the timing’s bad or your walls are still halfway up.
It shows up like a storm, wild, messy, a little reckless, never on our time,
and somehow feels like … like everything. Like home.

To love someone means you crack your heart wide open,
knowing damn well they could break it.
It means handing them the softest parts of you
and praying they don’t shame it.
It’s putting in effort and hoping it doesn’t have an end date.
Sometimes, it’s repairing your heart after an ending,
only to turn around and give it all again.
Just this time, with a few extra mazes.

That’s not rational.
That’s certainly not logical.
It’s a little stupid, and brave as hell.

Because life doesn’t happen in neat lines,
it happens in the chaos.
in the madness,
in the space between comfort and change,
between fear and growth.

Love isn’t logical.
It’s fire and ache.
It’s peace and panic.
It’s beautiful and terrifyingly vulnerable, all at once.

It’s every emotion swirling through your chest,
every heartbeat daring you to feel it all,
even the parts that can hurt now and again.
It’s your mind whispering “run,”
while your intuition may be telling you “this is the one.”

Love isn’t logical.
Nor should it ever be.
Logic is for spreadsheets, not love’s complexity.
It won’t check every box,
it might check a few,
and sometimes it surprises you
by giving you more than you ever knew.

It’s not always like numbers that add up perfectly,
it can be like salt and chocolate,
the unexpected mix that make the cake so sweet.
It’s beautiful madness that humans crave.

Love is not rational,
it’s anything but.

And if you ask me my take,
I want to feel my life,
not logic it on a sheet,
So I’ll take bold and irrational love,
until my time is up.

-K