Falling in Love Again

I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach.

It's that slightly nervous, bubbly, kinda queasy, almost hollow feeling that makes me feel sick and euphoric at the same time.

I know what it is. I'll come right out and say it. I'm in love.

Right now it's all brand new and everything I feel tingles a little bit. We're still trying each other on to get used to how it feels, and every moment together amazes.

"I will stare at you until my eyes fall out."
"I want to hold you close to memorize your scent."
"I can't believe how soft your skin is."

We can't tell if the relationship will always be this punch-drunk and comfortable, if we'll rub each other the wrong way, or if we'll be able to stay together over rougher terrain.

But that's the thrill. Will my investment pay off? It's safer not to invest at all. But the potential -- the potential that the gamble might just pay off -- it's just too tempting not to let myself fall.

Can something this delicious and beautiful be supportive and reliable? Or have good looks enticed me into going "all in" before I've seen enough cards dealt?

Today I don't know. And I don't care. I'm just glad to have the chance to find out. Because I might never find something this perfect again.

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