“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” Zelda Fitzgerald
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly, and then all at once.” John Grien.
This is true, mostly. I knew almost from the moment I met George that I would marry him, although that was intuition, not love. Still, from our first date on, we were almost inseparable, and by the end of our first week of dating I think we both knew we had found something qualitatively different than anything either of us had had before. So yeah, it took me a week—slowly, and then all at once—to fall head over ears in love.
How about you? Did you fall slowly, all at once, or both?
And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.