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Love sometimes comes not quietly, but with a wind that knocks you off your feet and blows all sane thoughts out of your head. It seems like there was just a calm, but now the sails are full, your heart is pounding like the motor of an old boat, and the clouds are parting on their own. Everything around you seems to be on the brink: either flying or falling. But it's so beautiful to fly that it's scary to ask to land.

There's something electric in the air - not a storm, but a slight madness, when the world suddenly divides into before and after. The light becomes brighter, the stars burn more intensely, and the silence between words is louder than any confession. All that remains is to stay on course toward the light and hope that the wind does not change direction before you have time to understand where it is taking you.