I love being in control, but I also love surprises. Because control is largely defensive and surprises are generally positive — “I was not expecting something so good,” is the feeling behind most surprises.
Love — the only sort worth calling true — is when you meet someone who makes your dreams of an ideal lover seem small in comparison — as your imaginary creations lacked the full beauty possible in a real person who has far more richness than any amount of dreaming would suffice to create. “You are more than I could ever have hoped for” — that is the true statement of love.
And how beautiful it is that such an experience ever exists at all.