It grows from day to day from having contact with that other person who understands your needs, and you understand theirs. It starts with a faltering flutter that touches your heart and makes you vulnerable to everything beautiful. You see beauty where before you’d seen ugliness. You feel glowing inside, so happy without knowing why. You appreciate what before you’d ignored. Your eyes meet with the eyes of the one you love, and you see reflected in them your own feelings, your own hopes and desires, and you’re happy just to be with that person. Even when you don’t touch, you still feel warmth of being with that one person who fills your thoughts. Then one day you do touch. Perhaps his hand, and it feels good. It doesn’t even have to be an intimate touch. An excitement begins to grow, so you want to be with that person. Not to have sex, just to be with them and gradually grow toward one another. You share your life in words before you share your body. You want that love to stay, to never end. So you go slowly, slowly toward the ultimate experience of your life. Day by day, minute by minute, second by second you anticipate that one person, knowing you won’t be disappointed, knowing that person will be faithful, dependable.. Even when he’s out if your sight, or you’re out of sight. There’s trust, contentment, peace, happiness when you have genuine love. To be in love is like turning on a light in a dark room. All of a sudden everything becomes bright and visible. You’re never alone because he loves you, and you love him.
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