You thought you were in control, your thumb on every component of your life. Then it happens: blue eyes become bluer, recipes for lasagna peak your interest, your future plans don’t seem so urgent, a kiss still makes you nervous, and you wonder how the hell did all this happen? When did love decide to waltz in smirking, spin me around, and send me on a new path?
If you wake up with arms around you tight and don’t ever want to get out of bed, consider yourself lucky. If you look up and wonder why in the world am I chosen, consider yourself lucky. People don’t get this chance often.