[WP] Tell me a love story. No tragedy. No weirdness. A love story.

Socrates likened love to a sickness, a madness that takes hold in the hearts of men as a seed causing fever and discord until it erupts into a vine that chokes reason and stifles common sense. Some may say that love could be likened to a rose, a fragile and beautiful thing that tended to draw blood if you were to hold on a bit too hard. Yet more say love houses an ember in the heart that sets a blaze in the mind, the nerves, the chest. Well, I have always been jaded when it came to relationships. Love came easy to me. I yearned for it, for companionship, so much that I fell in love with love itself and not the person I was with. Love was like a bottom barrel booze boiling in the back of my brain, clouding my vision with thoughts of what could be and should be rather than what was. I was drunk with it, and like the one who picks so many blossoms that the tree becomes bare and withered, I tried to keep that beauty, that feeling, alive- but in the end my relationships became fruitless, choked with vines of insecurity and gnawed by parasites of envy.

I knew the truth about love when I met her. It was more infectious than a sickness, more maddening than insanity, more destructive than a fire, more beautiful than the finest rose, and more intoxicating than any alcohol could hope to be. Love is electric- I knew from the first look. Lightning raced through my mind and sank into my chest. Each nerve tingled and sizzled as my heartbeat drove ever faster like the drums in an ancient ship pushing the men onward to war. Her touch burned, her kiss shocked, and her embrace, comforting as it was, only served to set every synapse in my mind into overdrive. Unlike many, my ending with her was a happy one. We grew together as partners and as lovers, as companions sailing down the river of life. We didn't look to the end, because every day spent together was a new beginning.

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