Love Walked Down the Street

Love was walking down the street.


No, not the type which you feel deep inside your heart and your soul.


Love was really, really, walking down the street.


When I first saw Love walking down the street, I didn’t know it was Love.


But I smiled.


I don’t know why. But I smiled.


So I asked my friend, “Who is that walking down the street”?

My friend answered, “Love”.


I followed Love.


As I followed Love down the street, unknown to Him, I noticed a lot of people smiling, as I had.


I was confused.


Why were people smiling at Love?


I continued to follow.


Love just walked. Steadily. Love didn’t rush. Love was just Love.


As I followed Love, I forgot where I was.


I just wanted to follow Love.


I loved what Love was doing but I didn’t know why.


I followed with content.


I followed and followed.


Suddenly.


Love stopped and turned slowly towards me.


I stopped. I was scared.


Love came forward.


I tentatively stepped forward.


I was face to face with Love.


I was trembling. I didn’t know what do to.


Love looked at me.


I cried.


I stepped slightly forward.


I hugged Love. Love didn’t hug me. He didn't need to.


I hugged Love.


I wept and wept and wept and my weeping turned to laughter.


I didn’t know why and I didn’t know how.


I continued down the street.