I fall in love every day. With the morning sunrise that brings new adventures – the glorious daily epics, the grand endless duties. We all have our Odysseys. Each day we may become Giant-slayers, if we have the stomach for it. I fall in love every day. With the hearth-joy of a shared breakfast – the warm amber smell of tea, the warmth of hearts beating together. The wisest words are spoken. Laughter acts as a red herring to the crumbs that sneak beneath the blankets. I fall in love every day. With the stories of strangers whose voices I never hear – laughter is composed on one, a lifeless canvas envelopes another. Their eyes hold volumes. The scents of perfume and coffee bounce against each other, like this jungle of personalities. I fall in love every day. With the smear of ink on a child’s crumpled masterpiece – his eyes glisten, his cheeks tint, his voice lilts inquiringly. I truthfully say it’s beautiful. He presents one of the most complex and wonderful mysteries. I fall in love every day. With the pristine sanctity of a voice – speaking the soul’s language, spanning the limits of time. Melody returns to its Bestower. Flying on the wings of Echo, the voice sows joy. I fall in love every day. With our beautiful imperfections – the wrinkle, the blemish, the crooked smile, the quirky gait. They announce our uniqueness. Yet they are invisible, unjudged by eyes of charity. I fall in love every day. With the happiness of friends – the unparalleled, unselfish joy of kindred souls. Their laughter makes the air glow. We share our hearts; we are stripped of insecurity. I fall in love every day. With the thrill of pure romance – the warmth of a helping hand, the scent of a close-by strength, the comic curl of a grin. Storybook imaginings crumble. They are surpassed by true thoughts shared by soulmates. I fall in love every day. With the prosaic trials that bring joy if we let them – the helpless heartache, the familiar frustrations. Tears are unreasoning, but pain is its own translator. The thorns make the roses all the more beautiful. I fall in love every day. With the glorious intricacies of human nature – the faces of strangers, the steadfastness of friends, the selfless love, the liberating sorrow. They are plot points in a story that has never been told and never will be again. Each life is extraordinary, unprecedented, and irreplaceable. This is love as it was meant to be. ***