Love. It's something I've always believed I knew, something I've lived in pieces and fragments. Through the years, I've met a lot of girls, and yes, I've dated a few of them for years. But if I'm honest with myself, I never really experienced that spark, never felt as though it was real love. There was always something lacking, something that wasn't quite right. It was never that I wasn't attracted to them; I just didn't feel the intensity that I imagined love would have.
Then, my second year in university, things changed. I met
someone who totally transformed the way I perceive love. It wasn't a love at
first sight thing, but something else, something which grew naturally and
effortlessly. After three months of getting to know each other, I finally asked her out. She was a little suspicious at first, wondering if I was serious or not. But when she understood that I really meant it, she said yes. And that's it, I knew she was the one.
I love this girl more than words can express. She’s not just
beautiful (though her eyes shine the brightest and her smile could light up any
room), she’s also funny, incredibly thoughtful, and has this way of making
everything feel right. She keeps me happy, and more than that, she makes me
feel seen. She loves everything, and the work she does in our relationship
allows me to feel appreciated in ways that I never knew I could.
Our dates are anything but run-of-the-mill; they are filled with deep moments and experiences that are uniquely ours. The most precious of these moments? When she hugs me. At that moment, time stands still, and all is right. It feels like the world's din melts away, and there is just the two of us, wrapped in a calm and perfect quiet.
The way she makes me feel is new to me. She's like a part of
my soul, so in sync with me. In the morning, when I wake up, I think of her. At
the end of the day, she still lingers in my head. I'm complete with her.
Everything is more vibrant when she's by my side, as if the world itself is
improved by having her in it.
The very first time she took my hand, oh, that was
something. I was anxious, did not know what to say or do, was swept away by the
moment. We were on our first date, and I did not even know how to behave. But
then she took my hand. It was just that simple, but so profound. In that very
act, all my anxiety melted away. It was as if she was saying everything would
be fine, that we were going to be fine. Her touch was comforting, grounding me
in a manner that surprised me. And don't even get me started on how gorgeous
she smells. It's like a scent that lingers with me even when we're apart,
reminding me of how flawless everything is when I'm with her.
Everything about her is flawless. Her laugh, the manner in
which she listens to me, the manner in which she makes me feel as if I am the
center of the universe. I never felt this way about love before. This real
love, where every time something clicks, where you feel home, where you're not
just in a relationship, but in a relationship that is based on trust, on care,
on understanding. I'm thankful to her and for the love that we're making day by
day.
I never thought that my journey would bring me here, this
place of joy, love, and completeness. But with her, I know it was all worth it.
I'm falling in love with her every day, and it's the most wonderful sensation
I've ever had.
Final Thoughts: What Love Really Is
So, what is love? I've wondered that many times. It's simple
to imagine love as something huge, something that occurs suddenly. But what
I've learned is that love is a sensation that develops over time, deepening
slowly, and even sometimes unexpectedly. It's not all the butterflies or the
thrill. It's the moments of calm, the still reassurance, and the real connection
that leave you feeling completely known and understood.
Love is not a one-size-fits-all feeling. For some, it’s
about companionship and shared experiences. For others, it might be the feeling
of safety or the quiet comfort of knowing that someone will always be there.
The way you experience love might not look the same as the way someone else
does, and that’s okay. What matters is that love completes you, improves you,
and enables you to become the best version of yourself.
To me, love is the peace I feel when she takes my hand, the
happiness I derive from our most mundane moments together, and the way she
makes everything more lovely. Love is being able to be weak and to sense that
weakness being accepted. It's having that feeling that whatever happens,
there's someone who really cares about you. And that, to me, is real love.
