No, idea

I just did not know that love could be like this: that it could swallow me even as it emboldens me; that it could hold me captive even as I am freed.

Yet here we are: a shared umbrella on a rainy day, a tiny hand trusting mine, the world new again and again and a thousand times again.

I have no words for this; I am only, humbly and enthusiastically, eternally grateful. What a miracle this life can be.