Love.
A month and ten days from now and it'll be 6 months, already.
As a young boy, I would always think about the story behind how my parents met each other and got married. From the moment they met each other for the first time, to the moment they were pronounced husband and wife, was 6 months. SIX months.
Up until now, I thought that was ridiculous. I never understood how it was possible for someone to meet another person and fall so in love with them in such a short period of time. My parents have been married for 33 years now, and going stronger than ever.
And I now realize that love CAN work that way. Its been four and a half months and I feel this "love" thing so vividly and so absolutely I can whole-heartedly say I am in love with her. I can look her in the eye, hold her hands, and tell her just that.
Ive had my share of flings.. I've held a handful of hands. I've told a few people that I loved them before. Difference is that now I can actually say it and not feel guilty about it. 99% of the time, these flings ended before the relationship hit a month. There was always one thing -- SOMEthing -- that just drove me insane about this people and I could'nt stand to be around them because of it and that was the end of it. (Some of them, it was everything about them that I couldn't stand.)
I've never found a single thing in this one yet, after 5 months. In fact, quite contradictory, every single moment -- every single month -- every hug, every kiss.. everytime I catch her eye.. theres something more I find in her that I fall in love with.
When I hear people say they're in love with their current boyfriends or girlfriends, it really makes me wonder exactly what they mean. Is it the love I always threw around so randomely and carelessly? Or do they genuinely feel it like I do right now. We waited three months to tell each other that we loved each other. I don't know if we just hated the concept of just throwing it out there like most couples do, just to say it... or maybe its because we knew deep down, that as a couple we were something truly genuine and we wanted the first "I Love You" to actually mean what it means. Whatever the case, that is how it ended up going. That first "I Love You" send chills down our backs, to the tips of our toes and suddenly looking into each others eyes meant so much more than before. Suddenly every little kiss meant nothing less than the world.
I feel so weird because I just moved into a new house while a bunch of great friends but I spend more time at her place than I do there. And I feel slightly bad about never being home... but I when I'm away from her I miss her. And its disgustingly mushy to talk about and quite frankly, really lame, I know... but thats truly the way it is. I hate spending any time away from her and generally spend all of my free time by her side. And even still.. I can't find one little tiny thing that I don't like about her.
I am in love with her. And I know now just how my mother and father looked at each when they had known each other for four months. I know exactly how often those chills go down your back when you look into each others eyes. I feel that magic that flows through you from just hearing their name come up in a story. I believe in love. I feel love.
And call it crazy, but I honestly feel like I've found the girl I'm going to marry.
As a young boy, I would always think about the story behind how my parents met each other and got married. From the moment they met each other for the first time, to the moment they were pronounced husband and wife, was 6 months. SIX months.
Up until now, I thought that was ridiculous. I never understood how it was possible for someone to meet another person and fall so in love with them in such a short period of time. My parents have been married for 33 years now, and going stronger than ever.
And I now realize that love CAN work that way. Its been four and a half months and I feel this "love" thing so vividly and so absolutely I can whole-heartedly say I am in love with her. I can look her in the eye, hold her hands, and tell her just that.
Ive had my share of flings.. I've held a handful of hands. I've told a few people that I loved them before. Difference is that now I can actually say it and not feel guilty about it. 99% of the time, these flings ended before the relationship hit a month. There was always one thing -- SOMEthing -- that just drove me insane about this people and I could'nt stand to be around them because of it and that was the end of it. (Some of them, it was everything about them that I couldn't stand.)
I've never found a single thing in this one yet, after 5 months. In fact, quite contradictory, every single moment -- every single month -- every hug, every kiss.. everytime I catch her eye.. theres something more I find in her that I fall in love with.
When I hear people say they're in love with their current boyfriends or girlfriends, it really makes me wonder exactly what they mean. Is it the love I always threw around so randomely and carelessly? Or do they genuinely feel it like I do right now. We waited three months to tell each other that we loved each other. I don't know if we just hated the concept of just throwing it out there like most couples do, just to say it... or maybe its because we knew deep down, that as a couple we were something truly genuine and we wanted the first "I Love You" to actually mean what it means. Whatever the case, that is how it ended up going. That first "I Love You" send chills down our backs, to the tips of our toes and suddenly looking into each others eyes meant so much more than before. Suddenly every little kiss meant nothing less than the world.
I feel so weird because I just moved into a new house while a bunch of great friends but I spend more time at her place than I do there. And I feel slightly bad about never being home... but I when I'm away from her I miss her. And its disgustingly mushy to talk about and quite frankly, really lame, I know... but thats truly the way it is. I hate spending any time away from her and generally spend all of my free time by her side. And even still.. I can't find one little tiny thing that I don't like about her.
I am in love with her. And I know now just how my mother and father looked at each when they had known each other for four months. I know exactly how often those chills go down your back when you look into each others eyes. I feel that magic that flows through you from just hearing their name come up in a story. I believe in love. I feel love.
And call it crazy, but I honestly feel like I've found the girl I'm going to marry.