There's a feeling you get when you're near your perfect match.  Your heart starts tapping against your ribcage and you're torn between standing there in awe, or reaching out to touch.  Especially if you've spent years together, making sacrifices to keep the relationship running smoothly, your attachment grows stronger over time.  Unlike lesser attractions that begin for the wrong reasons and soon lose their appeal, the right one never loses its magnetism.

Some people don't find it until middle age; their break for freedom and grasp at what they see as one last chance of happiness is called "mid-life crisis."  Others encounter destiny while young, and keep the spark going until they can bring home their own version. 

We met in our teens, a quick glance that turned into wishful thinking.  In my early twenties, we got better acquainted and I was knocked breathless by a heretofore unfelt power.  Then it was taken away, and I spent the next few months longing and pining to feel that rush again.  Somehow, some way, I would get that amazing thrill back; even if it meant saving up and building it piece by piece over time.

I didn't let anything distract me from my object of desire.  While others deferred their dreams, I plotted and planned until one day that glossy red metal machine was in my driveway.  Patience is what maintains a love over the long haul; learning what needs to be fixed and putting aside other needs to help your dream along.   Many years later, we're still providing each other with miles of pleasure.  I may look for a second at a flashy new sports car, but it's not the one I've grown to love.  My red Mustang GT will be with me forever ~ till death do us part.