I can't sleep. Almost 6 am and still not a wink of sleep.

Perhaps it's because I am in love.

Yes, I honestly believe that's what is keeping me awake tonight. It's the strangest sensation. I feel nervous and excited whenever I think about him. It's almost like going down a steep hill in a car or experiencing a sharp drop in an airplane. I feel myself fall in love all over again whenever I think about him, and it excites me to no end. Indeed, he is the reason that I am not sleeping tonight. The idea of seeing him tomorrow is enough to keep me awake much like the thought of Santa Claus' visit prevents young children from their slumber as well.

So this is it. This is all that love really is. It's simple. I always imagined it would so much more complex than this. I guess I always thought love was having to say the three lethal words as often as needed and to prove to the other that you do care by physical means. No, that's not what love is at all.

Love is...amazing. Love is an action. Love is an expression.

Love is becoming an insomniac due to the inability to keep your mind off of them.

The excitement I feel to spend the rest of my life with you is unequivical.

Sometimes it seems that it's not so grey anymore. Over half of my lifetime has past and in all honesty I can say for the first time that my life is worth living. My search is over. The meaning to my life has been found. What's odd is that this reason has a name, and I know that he loves me as deeply as I love him.

I have the perfect life.