Fall in love hopelessly, and remain fallen.

Getting up might make you feel like a warrior, but a true lover isn’t a sword-fighter. She/He has no battle to win. So lie sprawling on the ground, smitten till your limbs convulse with love. Bare yourself to the rain and sun. Get soaked till your blood is replaced with rain water and your skin is tattooed with your beloved‘s name.

Slowly, you will be sobered by mildew and moss. You will grow roots in your sylvan haven drawing fragrant breath from the earth. As you trace your beloved’s form with every rising thought, you will see dandelions floating in the air.

And one day, when God comes to you with an invite to heaven, offer to host him in your space for a night and say, 'Be my guest today. Tomorrow, I will go with you wherever you say.'

In the morning, when you awake, there will be cherry blossoms bursting with mirth at your feet, with a hand-written note lazing by it. 
'If you will permit, I will shift my kingdom to this chalet of love.'

Outside the window, you will hear a soft drizzle. It’s the voice of God singing a ditty.

You had once fallen in love and remained fallen. Now you will rise in it like the evening moon, with God for company.