Falling in love is like learning a new language:
It requires daily effort.
There are late nights and, if you miss one day, it takes twice as long to catch up.
There is an entirely new culture to learn, a new way of thinking to practice.
It’s always beautiful.
And, despite the agonizing nights, infinite frustration, humbling errors, and the rare intoxication of finally getting it right, just once:
It is worth every word,
teaching appreciation for your native tongue,
while loving another so completely,
the two never separate, but rather
each one teaching something new, unrealized,
about the other.
Mary's One Hundred 