I’ve read poems and articles and love stories and countless love notes, and I have always thought that love, and I mean true, undeniable love, worked one way. I thought that, if you don’t fall fast and abruptly, it wasn’t true love. True love must rush over in an instant and consume your whole being. It wasn’t until I experienced you, that I realized this wasn’t true love at all, but a mere distraction. A detour from reality. True love happens slowly and precisely. You fall a little more each day. True love is; two years later and finding new things I love about. True love is not a campfire that will subside in the late evening. True love is the whole damn Western Hemisphere erupting into flames.