When I fall in love, it will be completely

Did you know that you can fall in love with the same person a hundred times a week? Like the 14th time this week when we talked and he managed to reference Mother Goose and military tactics in the same conversation. Or the 3rd time when I opened an envelope expecting just some pictures he'd promised to send and found a card so amazing that I teared up. There was the 72nd time when he called me his girlfriend and my heart flopped out of my chest and starting beating wilding somewhere in my abdomen. Last night was the 99th time while he was helping me with my calculus homework and not making me feel like an idiot. My basic conclusion is that if one is always falling it is more like floating. So here I sit, floating in love.