Love

"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”

- Louis de Bernieres

I guess we're at the stage where we may or may not have gone past the honeymoon period. I know I do still feel the flutters in my tummy whenever I think of you, or when I see you before you see me when we're about to meet. Your smile and hugs from the back still gives me the tingles and makes me feel all gooey and mushy all inside and yet, there's the familiarity. Knowing how comfortable I am with you, the way I can easily talk to you about anything without having to worry about you judging me, be my silliest self and throw the mightiest tempers and with all my scornfulness you still love me through it. The comfortable silences we share, doing anything and almost everything in front of each other without any shame or embarrassment..I think that itself is wonderful. It's love at its rawest, stripped of all its superficialities and leaving two souls who love each other. Simple and beautiful.