i love love.
and i should, because i'm in it. but that's not what this is about.
lately i've been thinking how truly wonderful it is. not to be in love, as such (although that is spectacularly grand) but just love. how it works. how it ignites. how it makes the world go 'round.
it'd be a pretty boring world if every single guy fell in love with miranda kerr and every gal was heads over heels for matthew mcconaughey. for starters, most people would lose out because they'd be married to each other. boo.
the fact is, there are women in this world who are: smarter than me, better looking than me, funnier than me, nicer than me blah blah blah. so why doesn't my boy go and find one of them?
because he's in love with me. and i'm in love with him. and that's how it works. and it's the best.
and we think our love is better than everyone else's. and everyone else in love thinks the same thing.
don't you think?