Ahh, love, eh? For centuries men have written about it, attempted to analyse its implications, meanings and consequences, and to what avail? Do we know anymore today about the subject, the feeling, the concept of love, than the first poets ever did? We like to think so.

Today, I find myself in love. The first taste of the mysterious fruit. Palatable? Very much so, but unfamiliar and slightly scary also.

He said it first. He said it, and I knew it was right. I said it back, and it was right. Before he said it, I felt it, and it felt amazing.

In 'recovery' we have a phrase: just for today. While this sounds like a cop out, it's a valuable notion, and a powerful one. It means, in three words, that tomorrow I may die, tomorrow I may lose my mind, tomorrow may never come. But for today, I have love. Today, he loves me, and I love him. I am in love with him and he is exquisite.

To have someone love you, when you've shown them your whole self (metaphorically), is nothing less than wonderful. Just for today, I am grateful to be well; grateful to be in love and to be loved.

I love him for today, for yesterday, for all the tomorrows to come. (If I've just cursed myself by saying "all the tomorrow's to come", I apologise to myself in advance.)

Easter greetings :)