I am in Love, I think.....

Let me just say that love is over rated. I mean just so mushy, just nauseating. But, the moment that I look into those eyes and notice that face I think for a moment that love is not so mushy, not so sickening. To notice the cheek bones. To see the passion in the eyes I look into every night changes my outlook, or emotional disconnect to love. The love that older couples talk about among younger couples remenissing on the times that love was no longer adrenalized, but continuous with every phone call. Intimate with every time that hands are locked into an intertwined fist joining two unfamiliar humans into one soul. I love, love just not the mushy of it, or not the intimate of it I think.