I spent all of college telling myself that to be swept off your feet, as your heart races from the anticipation of being with someone, was the only way to have it. Nonetheless, as I graduated that ideal faded. Somewhere I got the notion that in truth it’s about work, about molding with someone; not finding perfection right away. Yet once again, over the last couple months, my two beliefs have melded into one. There’s no reason one shouldn’t be swept away by the charming nature of a lover everyday, not just once in a blue moon. What’s more, amongst the moments of lust, anger, and love, you will grow together. Not because you're two halves of the perfect whole; but because you're two wholes that make each other better. Eventually you blend the parts of your life, to a point where you don’t have to ask them if they want ice cream, you will just know. You won't have to tell them you need silence, they'll just hear you. Maybe you’ll say though that my fabricated image, this story from when I was just a little girl, is so deeply ingrained I can’t seem to shake it. That it’s ridiculous to become high from love; or not even that deep, from just being with someone. I don’t believe it's impractical though. I believe it’s the truth.