Oxford couldn't come up with an adjective to describe the surge of excitement you feel at the thought of spending some time with this person. The adrenaline rush their voice brings, shivers running down your spine as fingers intertwine, locked in an unspoken covenant. Conversations lasting for not enough time, smiles amidst the uncertainties and even then, there's a warmth that you can't explain when they're by your side. You know not so much about eternity, but you're sure that a lifetime together wouldn't suffice,there should be more. This kind of love you're sure is found only in books, not just any books, the kind where you get lost and wish that that was your reality. This kind of love scares you to the bone, but you in fear you head on, loving with every cell that forms an organ, organs that form your being explodes in response to their every word. "Is this for real?" You catch yourself asking in realization of how much you settled in the past. This kind of love, you come to realize can only be compared with moving abroad.