We cannot choose
How,
When,
Why,
Or who.

It is inexplicable,
Indescribable,
Mysterious,
Effortless,
And pure.

We cannot control it.
We cannot choose it.
It just is.
Simply complex.

We can choose to run from it.
We can choose to hide.
We can choose to deny.
We can choose to ignore.
And we can choose to bury it.
But, eventually, it will catch up
And force us to do something about it,
Unless we want to live in misery, emptiness, and artificial happiness forever.
Because we don’t find love.
It finds us.