I fantasize. I admit it. It's even in the title of this book that most of my opinions are purely based off the sappy, romantic comedies that I've grown up loving, combined with my dreamer's mindset about finding the one. I'm so obsessed with love I even thought about what I would feel during this "perfect" relationship. It goes something like this:

How could I have let myself grow so dependent? I've never behaved this way. There was a time where I'd shrug off the idea of a relationship and never think twice about love. Not long ago, I shivered at the very mention of a boyfriend. But now... now I know why they call it falling in love. Once you start, you can't stop. It began as that one second glance, the moment I notice something endearing about him that I never caught onto before. The rush of blood to my face every time our gazes met, every time our fingertips brushed accidentally. The destruction of the emotional wall I'd erected leaves me free-falling, plummeting into this once-in-a-lifetime devotion for him.

And I would never trade it for anything.

Because this love between him and I, it's more than a spark. More than a flame, even. It's the type of affection and devotion that will forever burn inside me, an inferno that swallows me up and causes my anger, my frustration, my incompleteness to go up in smoke. The littlest things will fan those flames. His ghost of a smile when I do something childish or foolish, the slightest tinge of red on his face when I throw my arms around him and bury my face in the crook of his neck - these things and more will provide fuel for the fire.

And at the same time, this love douses the destructive fires that burn within me. My angry tantrums are halted the moment his arms pull me close. The worry lines are cleansed from my face when his hand caresses my cheek. The fears instilled by yet another nightmare are drowned out by his soothing voice, easing back into a peaceful slumber. His very presence washes away the imperfections, and I'm able to see - if only for the briefest moment - all the aspects of me that convinced him to love me back.

The fire within me will never smolder, could never be snuffed out. Because any time his hand cradles mine, his eyes sweep over me, his lips press against mine, the eternal flame is fueled that much more. My heart is an inferno, and I could never be more in love with the way it burns for him.