Falling in love can feel like failing when you look at it in the right light. Like surrendering to the unknown when you brush against the familiarity you once knew but now on a new face. A face you knew you'd meet months before it happened. When something in your gut told you he's coming and to stay put this time. When you dream about a scar that marks the person like hidden gold on a treasure map. And suddenly all the digging and scouring and heart wrenching moments montage themselves into an epiphany. a manifestation. a testament of my capabilities. and a constant wonder if it's real. but I know its real because I can touch it; in the way i cup his face when we kiss. I can see it in the way he looks at me. and most  importantly, I can feel it, the same way you feel a verb.