Sometimes I’m exhausted from being so happy. My cheek muscles ache from smiling and my energy is zapped from the constant surge of pleasure that courses through my veins like a life-giving drug. Is it a horrible thing, to let joy overwhelm me?
Every once in awhile, it just gets me.
It’s like riding the edge of an orgasm and feeling every good and wonderful thing imaginable until I can’t take anymore and I finally surrender to it, letting it wash over me until I am completely spent and totally content in that moment, wishing for nothing else in the world but to feel it forever.
And each wave is more intense than the one before.
There are no words significant enough to explain this thing called Love.