I was just moving along, minding my own business and getting ready to start my second year of law school, when out of nowhere I fell in love. Which turned me into a fantastically sappy happy human being who LOVES THE CRAP OUT OF EVERYTHING. It’s all sunshine and rainbows over here. And unicorns and stuff. I mean it.
He’s in the other room right now, messing around on his laptop. He’s got Pandora playing in the background. He made me grilled cheese for lunch. He announced his new high score for Fruit Ninja. He wants to read The Hunger Games just because I told him I liked it. I don’t know how to explain the importance of all of these things, because you can’t possibly understand how my chest nearly burst when he did a version of Moonwalk for me this morning. (I know, right?) I didn’t know something could feel like this.
It’s like when I saw:
and I thought nothing could ever beat it. And then I saw this:
and I thought I couldn’t ever be so head over heels. And then I saw this:
and I was pretty much done for. And now I just wait for the next fantastic tv show to demolish me.
That’s what love has been like. I thought I loved my partner as much as was possible, and then I found that the next day I could love him more. And THAT KEEPS HAPPENING. It’s weird. And kind of annoying. But also really cool.
