It.

It came, first like the smell of freshly baked waffles, slowly working its way to infuse your senses, and then it's gone, leaving you with a subtle trail of afterscent, stirring your insides. You want more. You don't quite know what it is.

It doesn't stop right there. Your nose starts feelin a lil sour. Your tearducts threaten to falter. But your heart, preparing to burst into an elaborate display of fireworks.

And yet the flowers are just startin to bloom in the little garden of your heart. You've this strong grippin urge - to do what? You're hopeful. The angels inside are doing a lil dance for you.

When eyes meet, stories are told: a connection is forged forever. This is your secret.

People have tried encapsulating this moment with lil bottles and photographs. But you can't reduce life's music into anything less.

I would write u a song when i find u. I know my heart would sing - it already is. You wouldn't be frozen no more.

And it stays. Always have, always will.

- a soliloquy inspired by a scene in "meet joe black".