The thing is, I love you.

It's more than I could ever describe.
Love? It's real.
It's you, it's me, it's us.
It's the smile on your face when you look at me like I'm crazy.
It's my laugh when you do something that takes me by surprise.
I like this concept, this "us".
It's as if nothing else in the world truly has any value.
This? It's perfect.
Okay, maybe not all the time; nothing is truly perfect.
But, you see? This is why I love it. I love it more than anything.
It may not be perfect but it's mine. It's ours.
What a marvelous feeling it is to be in love.
It's an endless happiness;
a crazy blur of madness that you don't care to chase off.
A never-ending knowing that your soul is no longer your own. Rather, it's shared.
I'm in love with this concept of "us" and this idea of love.
I love it so much, I'm living it.
Inside and out.
And I've never felt so alive.

I keep replalying the conversation that Lukas and I had last night about his father knowing his mother was "the one".  I am in a gushy mood. His parents have a true love story, but then again, so do I.
♥S