There's something more to affection, far deeper than the butterflies. There's something other than a feeling that makes up what we call love. There's a sense of reality, far heavier than beauty, a sense of truth, far more profound than romance, a sense of belonging, far more intricate than just a feeling. And you know you're made for each other when your eyes meet, and there's a glistening of reality, a truth connecting your glance, yet in that look, you are assured you're meant to be.
I wish I could be there, then maybe we would look at each other like this, then maybe—maybe we could be together, because no one else seems to fit