Normal

Today seems like a normal day, doesn't it? I woke up and it was snowing, which is normal for a winter day in this side of the planet. I woke up and your arms and legs were tangled with mine, which has been normal for the past 2 years or so. We had some coffee, and ate muffins, which isn't as normal as orange juice for breakfast but every now and then we drink coffee and eat muffins, so it was still kinda normal. Then we took the car and drove half an hour to your parents' house, and everyone was there, just like every weekend. We're one big, united in love family, and we get together every weekend in your parents' house, even if it's snowing, so that's pretty normal too. We had a nice big lunch and played some music all together, like we usually do. We watched old videos and laughed our asses off at ourselves. Sunday afternoon we said goodbye and drove half an hour back to our home. We watched a movie, ate dinner, and made love, like we usually do. But we kept whispering to each other's ear that this was a special day. A great day. An amazing night's day. So how does a normal day differ from an amazing one? What is it that turns a normal day into a special, great, amazing one? How can we tell it is either normal or special? Or is it that special has turned into normal? A normal day is just a regular day. But a special day is a normal day until something happens, only it has to be something happy. If you get hit by a car it's not a special day, it's a fucking bad day, even if before it was normal. But when you fall in love, or see somebody you haven't seen in a while, or you hear a particular song, or just remember something that makes you content, or make an amazing discover, then that normal day turns into a special day. So, has love become a normal thing for us? Are we so used to being in love that is not special anymore? Or do we just say it because we're that polite? Have we forgotten those days when we realized we were in love because we've grown up and old? (Have we grown up at all...?) Or, maybe it's none of that, and I'm just being a pessimist bitch. We are in love, and love is special, and whenever I think of you a normal day turns into a special day because of you. Because I thought of you and you make me happy. So normal days do not exist for us anymore. Regular boring days are over. One normal day, something happened to you and me. You were playing with your band and I was there taking pictures. And then it happened. Our eyes met. Our lips crashed. Our hands got intertwined. Our hearts, our minds, our bodies and our souls became one, and we felt complete and special. There has been no such thing as a normal day for us since then. We do things that seem pretty normal to everyone, but they're not normal to us. And that's all we need.