Love doesn't always arrive
In the form of a bestfriend.
Nor does it always have a fairy tale beginning.

Sometimes,
Love arrives in the messiest,
Dirtiest,
Muddiest times in our lives.

But how great is it
To be walking out of hell,
To be walking out of the mud,
With someone by your side.

I told myself years ago,
If to love meant to stay muddy and bruised then I will forget what it is like to ever be clean.

And alas, love has arrived
And love is here.