Too Much Love

Imagine seeing someone in the distance, staring into your soul and not breaking eye contact, flustered and turning red as a tomato. Taking a single step forward, you realize that they are repeating your actions, immediately and almost in sync. Taking another step, and another, gaining speed as you start running, dashing, sprinting, and finally hurling yourself into that person's arms. The grasp you have on that person is so tight yet natural, so soothing and loving and toasty. There's simply no way to let go, to ever let go, of that peaceful blessing sitting right there in front of you, hugging and squeezing you like their life depends on it. And as you make eye contact, you lean in, your lips touching theirs, and blushing and gushing and overall feeling so incredibly happy as you consume their face. There are simply no words to use to describe this very moment, because you are just so wrapped up and invested in this person to even realize that you are falling in love.
And that right there is putting yourself in Stephanie Wurtson's shoes.