The park was barely moonlit, soft peaks of white haze laying down across the swing set. In the daylight you would see all the primary colours that remind you of children playing, pebbles stacked between four wooden planks, and a slight rust at all the bolt ends. But in the night, all they could see was darkness, with a damp glow catching the odd metal beam. The monkey bars disappeared into the night sky and the slide mimicked the long black tongue of the devil. A children’s park in the middle of the night is less playful, but increasingly comforting. As they swept their feet off the ground she looked at him. Again, barely moonlit, she could see the gentle movement of his long hair and the deep outline of his body against the delicate backdrop of the evening sky. She looked at him in wonder as she herself pushed back and forth on the old swing. It was the first time she knew she loved him and not only that, but that she was in love with him. Because you can love anything, your car or a song. You can love your cat or a new pair of running shoes. But being in love is different, and that’s where the inexplicable feelings take you. Being in love is more than good morning texts, having someone to make you laugh, or setting a cup of coffee out for you in the morning. Being in love is the no good reason, I just do because I feel it in the ache of my bones and the flame of my soul feeling. Being in love is about all the reasons you don’t have. It just simply is. And it just simply exists. We don’t choose to be in love, we just are. And on that night between the moon and the stars she fell in love with him. Falling harder than she ever knew existed, she smacked her face against the beating heart of his own.