a love affair with life

i had forgotten about playfulness. about those instant connections that arrive unannounced with unexpected lightness.

how a handsome stranger can make you feel like a little kid again. giddy. nervous. laughing at nothing and everything.

those butterflies you thought had migrated permanently suddenly fluttering back to life in your stomach.

some people come into our lives for an hour, and still manage to remind us that we're interesting, attractive, and worth gentle attention.

that reminder alone can stay longer than the person ever will.

and that's enough.

the kindness. the simplicity of just getting along with someone. how good you feel around them. the ease of it.

like you've known them longer than an afternoon.

a gentle kiss, innocent, unhurried, can make you feel again. not in some overwhelming, earth shattering way. just a sweet rush of excitement. the anticipation of connection.

it's not even passionate, really. it's so much softer than that.

a reminder of how much playfulness exists in life. how much lightness we forget to let in. how something so precious can be so simple. a moment that doesn't ask for anything more than what it is.

and somehow, that gentleness, that fleeting, feather light touch of chemistry, reminds you of everything you'd stopped noticing about yourself.

but it's bigger than that, isn't it?

it's not just about flirting with people. it's about flirting with existence itself.

being alive is a love affair with the universe. a love affair between my inner masculine and feminine. between form and spirit. between what is and what could be.

the universe is my lover, and it's giving me everything i want.

so when i feel a spark with someone, that charge, that electricity, it's just a reminder. it's not really about them. it's about life moving through me. the universe saying hello through a stranger's eyes.

whatever i do with it, whether i act on it or not, it's all just part of my love affair with life.

the person might leave. the feeling stays.

the reminder that i'm alive, that i can still feel, that playfulness is always there waiting.

that's the real gift.