Remember when you brought me to Europe?

We only started going out and it was my 25th birthday. You refused to tell me where we were going to visit no matter how much I pestered you. All I knew was that we were going there for two weeks and that our starting and ending point was London.

I remember how excited I was. I remember those two weeks being the best two weeks in my life. They still are.

I remember going to Rome and 'doing as the Romans do' and enjoying all the sights. I remember seeing the endless fields of tulips in Amsterdam and watching the sunrise from the Eiffel Tower in Paris and skiing down the Alps in Zurich.

I remember all the adventures we had. I remember the bliss and joy I felt inside. I remember the warmth of your embrace and the smiles we've had together.

I remember the feeling of falling in love.

I remember the feeling of being in love.

Do you?