I find myself in the throes of a damn good one, and in a way it's a departure. I've dated people who have lots of problems (which, to an extent, is OK - we all do) and onward. This time around there's a sense of being washed and sent out again. A sense of purity untainted by other things. Each love is different and each time it has the unique flavor of that person. In this case, it's a "real world" sort of seriousness mixed with the timeless playfulness of kisses in a hallway and hugs in the dark. Yeah, I'm happy. I'm very happy. I hope you are, too.
yarr,
Jared