crazy little thing called love

When I was younger, I wanted to be in love. Hey, it wasn't that long ago anyway. In fact, I still do want to be in love, but that's not the point. In my young self constructed vision of romance, I didn't really realize that there's another person involved in love. I know that sounds ridiculous, but let me explain. 

"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction." -Antoine de Saint-Exupery

It's not about someone being in love with me. It's not about holding hands and flowers and chocolates and late night fireplace conversations and all that ridiculous romantic stuff that doesn't really exist successfully in reality. It's about caring for another person so much that you're willing to suffer for it, because they are your life. 

So how did I magically discover this? Let's just say, I'm not in love, but I'm the closest I've ever been to it. And I'm willing to wait however long it takes for him to realize I'm here. To really realize it.

Mmmm. I'm happy. :]