::snicker:: All these posts from people still in the "infatuation" phase of love amuse me. They warm my heart too, though.

I guess I would put myself in the second stage -- the stage where your loved one becomes a part of your life you expect to be there and rely on, rather than something new to be marveled over and engulfed by.

This isn't a bad thing, of course, and neither is the infatuation-love. I do long for that kind of moment, at times, but it isn't as if I never have them either. It's the difference between looking at someone, and moving forward with them by your side.

And I'm happy.