"Don't want to look away," I say as I smile and kiss her softly again. I feel ridiculous, feeling like this about her, but I don't care. Something this good can't be bad and how I feel about her is amazing. Part of me realizes that eventually we'll probably find something about each other that is annoying, that it won't always seem perfect, but I can't imagine loving her less for it.

"And yeah, I do."