Day went by filled with a seamingly endless workloads and yet when I was on my way home, half-dead and beaten up, I would call you and the dreary monotonous day was instantly washed away with a warm feeling of peacefulness.
And once again, yet again, my life would feel as wonderful as the bluest sky in a cloudless summer.
And again and again and again,
I was reminded that this is it,
this is how love feels like.
"For love is something so positive, so strong, so real that it is as impossible for one who loves to take back that feeling as it is to take his own life."
-Vincent van Gogh to Theo, November 1881