On love.

It feels like I’ve fallen in love for the first time all over again. It feels like every day is another fine spring day: the wind in your hair, the flowers that bloom, the stars shining overhead in the sky. Like it’s so inherently right that your breathing just resonates with the heartbeat of the earth, the pulse of the fields, the soaring hum of the skies.

It’s like you belong. You’re whole. Like it’s that first drink of water after a lifetime of being parched but never knowing it. Like a heady perfume, inundating your senses.

Oh God, I’m in love.

There’s this odd thing when people aren’t surprised that you’ve gotten together. When it’s almost natural and expected, and that people are okay with the idea and think that you’re a good match. It’s very reassuring. Comforting. It’s nice to know that you’ve received the unconscious stamp of approval. Even from the folks.