After my grandpa told me his story, a new energy filled me, and with that energy, one more thing filled me, in fact, not just filled but consumed me entirely, and that is the desire to fall in love, be in love, and continue to be in love till and after death, just like my grandparents.
I want to fall in love, and I want to fall in love with no one else but Becca. I don't know what she has done to me, but whenever I hear the word 'love,' my mind conjures up a picture of her, laughing, smiling, crying, annoyed, being annoying, scared, being sassy—every side of her I've seen till now, everything fills my heart when I hear the word 'love.'
I spent the entire day grappling with the challenge of creating a compelling plan to convince Becca to accompany me to my mother's wedding, but my efforts
