The other night my husband and I were watching The Hunger Games. I’m already addicted. I can see it happening every book will be read and read…repetitively. In this movie what I was referring to was the look on Peeta’s face. The one that says I love you more than humanly possible and I know you can tell. If you’ve read any of my others posts you can tell clearly that I’m obsessed with unrealistic love mostly found in movies and fairy tales. I watched so many of these and read so many books like this that real people started becoming disappointing. They didn’t live up to the expectations in my head. My feelings didn’t live up to the expectations in my head. I knew I would never experience this in my lifetime. I began to settle assuming that stereotypical experiences in “love” was what happened in real life when you learned to let go of the fairy tales embossed on our brains as little girls. Then I met my now second husband. He was kind of my own personal gravity. I couldn’t walk away even when I wanted to. He had the ability to make me laugh and cry, to feel ridiculous passion, to enrage me and I couldn’t explain any of it. I was under the impression that I had experienced love a couple of times but, I will never forget the night before our wedding. When he looked at me and kissed me, I have never felt, never come close to feeling that kind of love. Not from anyone. It was my cliche. My time stands still when we kiss. The “can you still feel the butterflies?” It felt so good it was almost painful. And at that moment every decision that led me to him was right. Now obviously since I’m not Cinderella and I don’t live in a fairy tale, marriage still has it’s good days and bad days. But every now and again there are these moments…where I can still feel the butterflies. And every difficult moment was worth it.