I'm in love. In all my years of living, I never thought it would be possible for me to fall this hard. At night, I lay awake. Thinking of my love. Dreaming of my love. Smiling at the image of my love's smile. She is sweet and kind, strong and beautiful. No one quite measures up to her. When she's angry, she can whip up a storm, yet she is still all those things. When she is sad, I'm sad with her. When she is happy, I'm happy with her. Oh, how I am so proud to call her mine. I thank her for letting me love her. She says it was bound to be. She has my support, and I have hers. Never in my years of living did I believe there would be someone worthy to be my confidant. She makes me believe the world is a good place. In her eyes, everything is beautiful, and she makes me see it. Oh, how wonderful it is to be in love with myself.