FERVOR

It didn't arrive the way I imagined love would. There was no moment, no spark I could point to. Just a warmth that appeared one day and decided to stay. It lived in small things at first ordinary days, passing thoughts, the space between one moment and the next. Sometimes it grew slowly, almost patiently. Other times it came all at once, as if it had always been there I didn't chase it. I didn't choose it. I only noticed how everything changed around it.