Love is amazing. When you see your "better half" on the other end of a table of friends and she still gives you butterflies, you are truly blessed. Tonight my spouse and I went out with a group of friends for some "adult beverages" and we happened to sit on opposites of the table from each other as we surrounded ourselves in the appropriate gendered conversations when I noticed my heart vigorously beating in my own infatuation as I was watching all of her mannerisms like a sociopathic stalker with "Hungry Eyes". It made me sit back and think... Man, I'm such a luck man.Is it just me or have you ever felt this way?
