Restless

He feels the cold creeping up at the same time as that heat wave that follows, confusing his senses and exciting his every nerve. Here comes a feeling he thought he had forgotten. Staring around the room, then down at his hands… he still cannot figure out how, when or why this happened. Does it matter, even? No, of course it doesn’t.

Because how can you describe the feeling of pure happiness to someone who never even felt it? How can you expect someone to understand, when they’ve never even gotten a glance at her world? How would anyone ever know what it feels like to see her most honest smile competing with the moon, when she shows it so selectively?

Because what fool would have stopped to look at the time, ask for directions or keep track of time? Because when do you go from glad to happy and from happiness to euphoria? When does the sun start rising and setting because of her, her eyes, her touch, her laughter, her embrace?

Because why would you question happiness when it has finally found your way? Why would you ever stop to think of love, instead of loving? Why would you find a reason for what has happened, when you still can feel it happening?

No, of course it doesn’t matter, because all that matters is that it did, it happened… she happened.

And now here you are, rising a glance towards the door and finding her there, smiling shyly at you, half hidden behind the door. Without even realizing, you are standing with her; she is now in your arms, curling up and keeping you close. You grasp her as tight as you can and you know: no matter how, when, why or even what, you don’t need any questions, for the answer to them all will always be the same.

-         “I love you”, she breathes, and suddenly that is all that matters.