" Sometimes, and I guess it’s a bit rare, you do find that one person who makes the idea of being in a relationship sound so damn easy you can’t explain the emotion of it. You wake up in the morning thinking how can I make them smile in such a way they refuse to think of anything else but you. And each day, saying good night is truly the last thing you wanna do or even could do. You forget all about being timid, you throw caution to the wind, and you hope that the decision to love them is more than just your imagination. Everything with them fits—everything. Their smile is a song to you. Their laughter is the music. You watch their chest to see if your breathing is in sync because I deduct that’s what love is—rhythm. "

― D.E. Eliot , Ruined