Love love love. I didn't realise just how much it would be. We were curled up in bed at some point between last night and this morning and I confessed that everytime I think of him, see him, speak to him, especially when I say I love you, my eyes water and it takes some kind of outer-worldly strength to pull the floodgates up. This particular time they came crashing down when he admitted it's just the same for him. It's like every little vessel in my body turns from blue to fire-red and I'm set alight all at once whenever we're together. It's so incredibly intense and consuming and absolutely and utterly everything.
I didn't know this was love; I always thought love was cut-out paper hearts and cupcakes and sharing candyfloss at the fair. Is this how I'm going to feel for the next 60 years? I'm afraid I might combust.