I will only date people who tell me that I can do anything I set my mind to.  And when I say, "I can't fly," they respond with, "Not yet...but someday."

And now is the time for the lovers to say good night
Drunk off the wine in each others' eyes.

Falling in love is not exactly a chronological sequence of events. It's like, upon seeing, and I mean really seeing someone for the first time, you realize that this is the same person that you have lain awake missing since the first night your soul can remember. Like your soul remembers resting next to this soul at nights for eternity past.

She realized she was still in love with him. Or can realize even be the proper word to describe something she'd discovered and rediscovered this many times?

To her, he was perfect. More perfect than any perfection she could imagine. Like in the movies where an impossibly beautiful chalk drawing turned into reality and the imperfections, or rather details in surprising places, textures, made the perfection even more extraordinary. Because he was real.  Really real. Flesh and blood and dirt and bark.