I have a predetermined idea of love. I know exactly how I want it to work. Our eyes will meet for the first time and I will just know. I don't believe in loving someone at first sight, but I believe in knowing you are going to love someone as soon as you see them. He will talk to me and casually touch my arm, and that's when I'll feel it. A spark. The most amazing feeling you can imagine. The beginning of love. But it doesn't stop there. We will both do anything to feel that fire again. No one will be able to keep us away. It will be my high, and he won't be able to live without it. I don't want our relationship to be perfect. I enjoy the bumps in the road. We will fight all the time. I'll infuriate him, and he will push me against a wall and kiss me until I can't even remember what we were fighting about in the first place. All we can think about is the all-consuming flame. My love for him. His love for me. Our love.   


& my biggest fear is missing out on the real deal because I'm too busy trying to find this fire that doesn't even exist.