I believe being ‘in love’ is different for everyone. It is a very personal thing between people. There are so many different levels as well. I do not understand the love between a newly wed couple, nor do I understand the love between a couple bringing a life into this world, nor do I know of the love between a couple who has been married for fifty years and sitting on there front porch hand in hand. No, I don’t know those feelings, but I can imagine they must be wonderful.

For me, I know only of a young love. Yet, I do know I am in love. If I take notice of where my mind drifts to, it is him. I feel as though if my entire world caved in, this time he would be a light, a strength, that’d keep me going. He is my safety, my warmth. When I feel happy, excited, carefree, affectionate, loving, proud, it is him who I want to share these emotions with. And vice-versa, when I am depressed, unwell, embarrassed, shy, lonely, scared, it is him who I know will without a doubt be caring.

To be ‘in love’ is to get on skype at 3am when you get woken up by a drunken phone call, and not mind, but instead cherish every second. To be ‘in love’ is to spontaneously drive out to cable bay late evening, just because. To be ‘in love’ is to argue over how bad the silly buzzing noise that the tv is making is, yet still watching a film on it side by side the following night. To be ‘in love’ is to have shaving foam beard applied to your face. To be ‘in love’ is to be allowed to do his make up because you told him it’d make you happy. To be ‘in love’ is to act like three year old because you feel comfortable enough to be silly. To be ‘in love’ is drawing a heart on the side of a train. To be ‘in love’ is a personal thing which cannot be fully described by words. Well at least I cannot manage it.

But the real beauty about being ‘in love’ I feel, is the knowing. I cannot speak on behalf of you, but in my world, there is a lot of unknown. I don’t know how I’ll be feeling, or what I’ll be doing as a result of those feelings, or what I’ll be doing in general, tomorrow. I have no idea what I’ll be doing in four months, four years or forty years from now, and how I’ll feel about it. Within my emotions, there is so much unknown. But right now as I lay in bed typing this, I know how I feel about him now. I am certain. And I was certain last night, last week, last month, on my birthday, on Easter, last new years, last Christmas. I know I am ‘in love’ because no matter what is happening in my life, good or bad, this certainty of being ‘in love’ remains and therefore so will I.