Falling in love
After reading this entry where the author asks what it feels like to fall in love, my first reaction was to ask "Which time?" I've fallen in love more times than I care to count, but only two of those times have stuck.
The first time it was like curling up into a bed of clean fresh laundry, still warm from the dryer: it was soft, comforting, calming and soothing. The second time it was as if I'd unknowingly walked out into a middle of a lake, and upon finding myself up to my neck in water, suddenly discovering I could swim.
