Do you remember the first time you fell in love?
It starts as an infatuation.
In the midst of it, navigating your own idiosyncrasies reflected in another’s heart.
Learning everything you can about the object of your desire.
It sneaks up on you.
Like ancient Diana upon her quarry.
A quiet voice whispers to you with the noise and immediacy of a twanged bow string, “You’re in love.”
Attraction is different to different people; but once you know, you know.
It is not a choice.
Love flips the switches you have; installed by time, relationships, and experiences.
There was a kindness, a quiet beauty, and a peaceful serenity I felt in her countenance.
While love is patient and love is kind, there was indeed a sword nestled among her pinions.
Her pain. Her suffering. The rivers of her tears.
Yet glinting off that sword was her perseverance. Her love. Her joy. Her spirit.
That is what it is like to fall in love with Bosnia.
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