We had it all, Jacob and I.

Without two pennies to rub together we were the richest beings alive.
Our time together was bright with technicolor and on Sunday's we would make love all afternoon and listen to Oasis.
And when we were apart, Jacob and I would excite ourselves over the inevitable euphoric bliss of our next reunion.

You have never been in love until you've spent seven hours on the same bench in the same park conversing at a hundred miles an hour with someone whom you've known for so long, yet still learning new things about them with every word they speak.
And you have never been in love until you've felt sick with fear of losing the very same person that can level you with their eyes.

I once was afraid of love but not anymore.