I remember when we first met. I was certainly not looking for her, but when I found her, I was hooked. I always wanted to know more. I loved that I would never figure her out because every day changes us. And if every day changes us, then there would always be more to know. There would always be more to learn and to appreciate. Every day could leave me with a different impression of her, and I always was left wanting more.
I think that that is what love should be like, or, really, what love is.
The mysterious duality of the calm satisfaction of comfort and the raging thirst for more.
