when in love

it's funny, I remember telling a girl about my feelings towards her as being this long, torturous eternity of silence. I remember needing a near impossible courage to say anything. Why is it suddenly so easy? Why does the obsession no longer rule my life?

Is it possible that along with my lack of fear for almost everything else, I've found real love? Could it be that the ease and carefree nature of my feelings points to a comfort much greater than that found in previous relationships? I can only hope so... the alternatives really don't bear thinking about/