Love

Love. It really can be just like it looks in the movies.

At first it starts out with meeting someone. The conversation is light-hearted, your senses of humor mesh easily, and you can't shake the feeling that you're communicating on a deeper level, even though nothing you discuss is very serious. You can't help but walk around with a little extra lightness in your step because he's always in the back of your mind, a light in your life.

Very quickly comes the giddiness. The flirting, the twitterpation. Everything he says is adorable or charming, or both. Everything reminds you of him: a pair of shoes that would look good on him, a meal you wish you were having with him, a love song that seems to explain what's happening in your heart perfectly.

Then he comes to mind all the time. He's the first one you want to tell everything to. You want to tell him about the crappy days and the exciting moments you have, too.

Then the difficult conversations come, and all you want to do is go back to the time when everything was wonderful and in a haze of bliss. But you discover that the hard parts are easy to overcome with him.

And the fear comes, too. The fear of what might happen when he eventually, inevitably discovers every imperfection and flaw you have.

But he never fails to reassure you. And just as quickly as the panic about your vices rushed in, the relief that your virtue is always foremost in his mind quiets your heart. The realization comes: he's not perfect and you're not perfect. But you're both perfect for eachother.