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Isn't being in love quite a bit like being saved? It rescues from loneliness, from first dates and the throngs of people with whom you spend your time but don't fully connect. It absolves you of your sins. His love washes over you like water from the baptismal font. He knows you peed the bed in college once when you were stone cold sober, that you are chronically nervous and entertain inappropriate thoughts about everyone you meet. He knows you've messed up and will continue to mess up forever. To be loved in spite of these things borders on religion. Love is as close a brush as you've had (so far) to God.