You never know where it comes from. You never know who it will choose, the time or the place. It might have been simmering in you for years and you never noticed. The spark will be born with quiet noise in your heart. The spark of your life, that might develop into the fire and burn you inside out with the mighty powers or gently veil you with pleasant warmth. The names do not matter. It could be Ivan and Anastasia, Mary and John, Louis and Belle, Hans and Gertrude, Mohamed and Zehra, but always two are necessary to make the spark work. Hundreds of scenarios and no perfect time.

She walks down the street, while the bouquet of her perfume calls his name. He follows her steps. She pretends like she does not care, but fixes her hair and straightens her posture. Finally, her eyes of the ocean and his eyes of the earth meet. Her silky hair shines in the sunlight and freckles bloom on her skin. Birthmarks lay over his shoulders as if someone dropped paint on them. The shy smiles appear on their faces. He takes her hand and now she follows him. Where? Everywhere. Till the end.

The months pass by. Nobody follows anybody. Now they walk side by side.. The spark turns into fire. Together they put the wooden branches in it. Care, support, trust, respect are the basic fuel to keep the fire burning.

One night she comes to the fire, but he is not there. She waits for him, because they usually watch the flames jointly. She waits for him all night and all the nights after. Where is he? The blazing fire becomes smaller. She tries to revive it , but it’s hard to do alone. Why is he gone? The woods’ crackling noises are consonant with her cry. Is he okay? The fire ebbs. Will she ever see him again? She takes the little piece of ember in her hands. She wanders in the dark. She believes if she will find him, the spark will be born again and kindle the fire. The hope helps her to not give up.

She finds him, but it’s too late. He already belongs to another. His and another’s firestorms create a wall and she can’t take him back. Jealousy replaces hope and grows powerful. The greatest power ever sizzles her fragile heart.

You never know where it goes. You never know who will it choose, the time or the place. It might be with you for years and then unexpectedly walk away. The spark will leave with the clamoring whisper in your heart. The spark of your life, that might develop into the fire and burn you inside out with the mighty powers or gently veil you with pleasant warmth.

–WP–

(Published February 2020)