Loving her never felt like something new.
Loving her felt like revelation.
Loving her felt like a re-awakening.
Loving her was discovering something that had always been, and always would be.
Loving her was carried into this world from somewhere before time began. Before the veil was dropped over my eyes and I forgot the particulars.
Loving her had the feeling of something ancient. The warm weight of an essential component of my very essence.
I remember her more every day.
