Love is like a shooting star.

Love is like a slow burn…

Love is like a wild fire…

Love is like a serendipitous shooting star…

Unexpected.

Fleeting.

Gives hope.

Lights up the darkness.

Has it’s own warmth.

Out of reach.

…Keeps us wishing.

Do we look for something that could burn, yet keep us safe & warm in the right circumstances?

Or do we keep reaching & wishing on someone to illuminate darker times?

Sometimes the obvious answers…

Aren’t as obvious as we believe them to be.