It’s here again—that feeling, the one that tingles my insides and makes me less aware of everything else and utterly enthralled by him. Will it ever go away? Will time eventually dilute it, make it less potent? I’m scared of what will happen then. Will I still stand by my choice when the sweetest phase of our relationship—the newness and awe—becomes dulled by routine and the consequences of choosing him are no longer possible to ignore? And in that case, will I still consider him the right choice or a mistake? It’s a lot to consider—too much to consider right now, so I don’t.
