FInding Love

So I was talking to a friend of mine online the other night about guitars and how much we love playing and we love out instruments, and whatnot... and my poetic side came out. No, I didn't write anything, but I came up with this great analogy -

So I remember the day I actually bought my guitar. I was out with my mother and we decided to go down to the guitar store in Totowa. I didn't think I was going to buy one that day, but I was browsing through and saw this beautiful , nylon-stringed, classical guitar. It was natural wood (no shine or anything) a little darker in color, with a red and black ring of butterflies around the sound hole. It was amazing and I fell in love with it the second I saw it. I took it down and grabbed a stool. I started playing and a warmth spread through me, and any headache, backache, any bad feeling disappeared.

And I get that feeling every time I pick up my guitar. It just makes me feel better; it makes me happy.

I think that's what love is like. You know if you've found the right person because just being around them makes you feel better about yourself, and life and everything. You get a warm feeling when you touch them. I also think that you will just know who the one is the second you see them. Whether its someone you've seen a thousand times before and just one day you look at them differently, or someone you've just met or see on the street and you just know that that is the person who is going to keep you happy for the rest of your life.

So I've found my guitar, but I haven't found the guy. Big surprise, right?

Anyone have any thoughts?