Deeper and deeper...

Be warned, this is going to be a shamelessly sentimental post, but I can't ignore the most important thing in my life right now. I have to say that while I was never torn apart by never having a 'serious' boyfriend, a part of me did hope to do the whole falling-in-love bit. And guess what? The reality is every bit as delightful as I'd hoped it would be. Being in love and most importantly, knowing that you are loved back, is a wonderful feeling. There's this incredible feeling of being part of a charmed circle of two, even if you are away from the person, which really does account for the goofy smiles, walking on air feeling and all the terrible cliches that romantic novels thrive on...
But, what surprises me is that recently, while talking about my other half to my friend, I said, "I feel guilty about being so happy." This is certainly something I never expected to feel...