this feeling is a rarity, so when it arrives—like this, I hold it close, let it rest upon my chest, and breathe it in slowly like the scent of a spring that almost forgot to return. I tend to it with patience, water it with wonder, until it learns to bloom again. this journey— no matter how uncertain, no matter how far the road may bend— is still something precious, a quiet miracle in motion. for in this golden youth, my heart remembers how to feel— to tremble, to stumble, to smile for no reason at all. and guess what— I just fell in love again, after such a long, long time.