I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?
I wasn’t looking for it and that made it all the more compelling when I found it. I had decided that love was this overly glamorized notion in chick flicks that was never really obtainable. Something you convince yourself you are in while things are new and exciting, before you really know the nuances of the person you’re with. A thing that slowly fades from being adrenaline inducing to being something mundane.
I was not prepared for what happened. It hit me like a ton of bricks the night I met him. I just knew that I loved him, there was no denying it. Although I didn’t know many actual facts about him, I could feel that his soul was beautiful and good and that I was drawn to him by something indescribable. I knew that if I never spoke to him again, I would be crushed.
We met again and again, seeing each other every single day even though it was a substantial drive for either of us. Things moved so quickly but I never once questioned it. I knew it was what I wanted, it just felt right. Like it was supposed to be and we were just catching up to where we should be by now.
Suffice it to say that I am still, two-thirds of a year later, ridiculously in love with him. Something I’ve never felt with another person. Now, it’s not been all romantic nights under the stars. In fact, We’ve had to go through some pretty rough things, both externally and internally. Things that would normally have been enough for such a new relationship to end. We both have had bad days and each other’s emotional baggage to deal with, but it’s never been questioned whether it was worth it. Of course it was.
It’s never been so effortless to stay in that euphoric state of mind when you’re with somebody for me. I see cheesy love quotes scattered around Facebook and when I read them, I get a big smile and have that moment of feeling like I’m in on the secret and I know exactly what they are talking about.
Well, I’m in deep as they say. That’s definitely something I’m happy about.