I wasn’t looking,
Not really.
I thought that chapter had closed —
The one where your heart leaps at a smile,
Where you wonder if they’re thinking of you, too.
But there you were,
With a laugh that felt like sunlight,
And a kindness that wrapped around me like a favorite sweater.
Now I know —
Love doesn’t care how many birthdays you’ve had.
It only cares that your heart is open
When it knocks again.