Untitled by Renee Cornue

Divine Intervention:

She asks me, in return, how it feels to know she has a crush on me.

Although her tone is playful and I've already known that she's loved me too, I light up every time she reminds me.

I say, it feels like divine intervention

like a butterfly landing on my shoulder like a snowflake falling on my fingertip

like a beam of warm sunshine in a cold, dark alleyway