Warning: this could get messy

[triadruid]

Forgive my gushing, but there's a 5am revelation just dying to get out:

Being in love means, in part, that the thing that could previously have led you around by the ring through your nose no longer holds the same fascination for you. When you realize that the one-note burst of passion doesn't bear any real comparison to the kaleidoscope of color and wonder involved in a single kiss with someone you love.

I am so damn lucky for what I have. That is all.