illusionizing

If you ask me if I am in love, the answer is yes. The answer is absolutely, completely, definitely hell yes. I am in love with the way my hair looks after it's been wind blown. I am in love with riding around with the windows down and blaring music. I am in love with laughing and with airports and airplanes and trains and subways and road trips. I am in love with sunshine and sunrises and sunsets and I am in love with the way my eyes have a gold line down the middle when the light hits them just right. I am in love with a hot shower after being cold outside and I am in love with the security my faith brings me. I am in love with wearing too much black or with not matching my socks. I am in love with puppies and I am in love with music, concerts, I am in love with the breeze off a river. I am in love with even numbers and with telling a story that makes someone remember me and I am in love with writing. I am in love with the idea that I will never not be in love with parts of myself or, eventually, all of myself. I am in love with humanity's tendency to be decent and I am in love with the strength we all have inside of us and how we are able to make others feel so much or nothing at all. I am in love with the scent of cinnamon and with spring time. I am in love with the idea of traveling and meeting new people, indulging myself in new cultures, learning new languages. I am in love with being open-minded. I am in love. So if you ask me, my answer is yes. Hell yes.