A warm, delicious summer rain had just stopped minutes ago. I’m sitting at the wooden table in my garden, a cup of coffee warming my hands, breathing in that unmistakable after-rain freshness. It’s quiet, peaceful, and my thoughts drift back to yesterday.

I met a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. She greeted me with the most radiant smile and a spark in her voice. “I’m in love,” she said.
She didn’t even have to say it, really. You could hear it in her tone, see it in her eyes—those eyes were sparkling like two genuine diamonds.

And just as if the universe wanted to punctuate her joy, a rainbow appeared. One of those rare, vibrant, storybook rainbows that seem to be feeling something too. This one looked… in love. Just like her.

There’s something profoundly beautiful about the beginning of love, isn’t there? The butterflies—scratch that, the whole zoo fluttering around in your belly. The magnetic pull, the dreamy awe. That magical time when everything feels bright, possible, and new.

I sat there wondering: Is there a secret? A spell? A formula that keeps this magic alive as the relationship matures and life inevitably happens? Which necessary ingredients to add to the pot of life for the eternal state of true love?

Because let’s be real, life does happen.
Suddenly, it’s not candlelit dinners, but colds that turn your nose into a red, runny mess. It’s postpartum and menopause fog and sleepless nights. It’s haircuts gone wrong and stress that lingers like background noise.
It’s bills, and chores, and the chaos of shared existence.

And yet, somewhere in all of that, there is still love.

So, how do we hold on to that spark? How do we return—if only in moments—to that electric, “I can’t believe it’s you” kind of love?

What can you do—both of you—to truly remember what made you celebrate all these years of coexistence and mutual tolerance together? Do we tend to forget because of routine, because we start believing we’re entitled to the other, no matter what, or simply because life gets overwhelming, with its chaos, bills, and children?

Maybe it starts with remembering. With choosing to pause. To see them again, not just as the person who forgot to take out the garbage, even if you kindly ask it four times already, but as the one who once made your heart race. The one you once stayed up all night talking to. The one you chose.

It’s easy to forget in the whirlwind of daily life.
Easy to let habit dull the shine, to assume love is automatic, to forget what made us say yes in the first place.

But if you dare to look back—truly look—I bet you’ll find treasures. Beautiful, messy, glowing memories that make you smile. That reminds you why it was all worth it.

And in the end, you’ve still got them, right?
They’re on your inventory now.

What? They didn’t attach the inventory sheet to your relationship contract? Damn it. I knew I got something extra.

You can find the scientific explanation of rainbows here.

This one? This one’s just for love

L o v e & R a i n b o w