I often wonder how artists come up with their lyrics.

How do they find words that reach so deep, so precisely, like they were written for the part of me I never talk about. 

Do they write from memory? From heartbreak? From prayer? Sometimes it feels like they don’t write at all, that the music finds them, and they just try to keep up.

That’s what makes music feel spiritual to me. A sacred language of emotion. It’s how love sounds before it finds words.

There are songs that remind me of versions of myself I’ve outgrown. Songs that take me back to laughter with people I no longer speak to, to nights where everything felt both heavy and hopeful.

Sometimes I close my eyes, and I can almost feel it, the slow pull of something bigger than me.

That’s the part that always gets me. The way music makes me feel connected to everything, to everyone.

And maybe that’s why I think love will feel like this too.

I imagine falling in love the same way I fall for a song. I won’t need to question it. I’ll just know.

Because love, like music, won’t need explaining. It will find me when I’m ready.

Until then, I’ll keep listening.

Music has taught me that not everything beautiful needs to be understood. Some things are just meant to be felt.

And when I finally fall in love with someone someday, I think I’ll recognize it.