Where it all started.
Friends of friends. A blind date. Mutual interest. Sparks. Shared smiles. And something began.
A bit of like turning into a lot of like and possibly some love...
And then it came... the good the bad... the all of it... everything that comes when something like this begins to unfold and you wonder if you should run and hide or stay and find out.
Then it all comes out. And your greatest fears seem small when you are next to them and that is when you know something is gravely different about this one...something that you must have and hold.
And then it all gets better than the day before or anything you have really thought or imagined and you wonder how life could possibly be anything without them. You wonder how anything can be anything worth anything if it means being without the one you have fallen in love with.
So you stop trying to do it on your own and you find a way to do things different and new and perfectly perfect compared to before them and all seems right in the world with this other human by your side.
A sort of perfect that should never end and so you marry them and then you found out what all those people mean when they say happily ever after...
And you now have your own.
Love is perfectly perfect.
It takes all of us, every-single-little-morsel, to truly be a part of love.