When that question is addressed to us, we already feel the lie coming on the tip of our tongue.

Where did you meet?

Our eyes meet instantly and the urge to laugh comes with it. our eyes say “What do we answer?” And we tell our little lie together so we don’t have to explain what doesn’t need to be explained.

You know, I’m very proud of our history. We are living proof that love has no restriction to happen. It happens anywhere, under any circumstances.

Our love came out of nowhere. Out of nowhere. I don’t know if it was fate or just the fault of that app’s crazy algorithms. What matters is that you came to me and I came to you.

For the voids of love, it can only happen if it is within the rules imposed by themselves. App love? That nothing, that’s just for bitching and nothing else. Nobody’s intention there is to love.

But life is not made of intentions. It doesn’t matter what you want at the moment. I didn’t want to date. You also do not. But it was you and me. There was no way, there was no denying it.

We do not have control over the course of life. My intention was not to love you in that crazy way that hurts your chest, but I did.

I loved and would love for a thousand more lives.

Because love comes, oh, comes. Come to the distracted, to the attentive, to the disinterested. And even for those who don’t want to love.

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He comes. And it doesn’t matter which way. Whether it will be at the beach, nightclub, bakery or on Tinder. Or around the corner. Love has no place, time or date set to happen. It happens and that’s it. Doesn’t care about your demands, if you don’t want to be in a relationship right now or if you’re too busy with CBT. He comes out of nowhere. Don’t knock on the door, don’t ask permission. It opens at once. And it settles.

Ours is installed. Without being called, he arrived with the inappropriate attire. It was more like a fleeting sweetheart, one of those that only last a day, you know? Those with an expiry date already defined. But he arrived dressed in love for life.

And it doesn’t matter, right? It didn’t matter the way, the middle. Imported the end. You and me. together. loving. if loving.

We could have met in the library, in the square, in the cafeteria on the corner. Whatever. In the end, it would still be the two of us and the same feeling, because love has no rules. It is not explained. This boring mania of wanting to put rules on everything. Feelings have no rules. Feeling is to feel and period. What the hell?