those little butterflies that come bubbling up in the pit of your stomach when you know—I mean really KNOW—that you’ve met someone special. Someone who will endure. Someone whose face you’ll see again and again for years and live a life all the richer for it. She could be the one. This could be love. That’s how alive all this feels. But love happens like this sometimes, doesn’t it? A lightning strike rather than a rising tide. You meet someone and everything goes warm inside you and when they put their hand in yours, you can feel every inch of their body, like dipping your finger into a river
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