The internet did what the internet does. Half swooned. Half rolled their eyes and started a countdown. Both reactions miss the point.
Because here’s the thing about the early months of a relationship that nobody tells you. The sky really does look brighter. Flowers really do bloom more vibrantly. Food tastes better. And your body, somewhere underneath all the giddy laughter and the slow looking, starts whispering something quieter and far more serious.
This is the one I’m hoping will meet my emotional needs.
Of course you’d want to put that on your skin.
What people call the honeymoon phase isn’t just chemistry. It’s not just dopamine. Something deeper is happening underneath the giggles and the all-night phone calls.
You meet someone, and after a few weeks of living in that bright-flowers, good-food world together, your nervous system starts doing something almost legal. It’s drafting a contract. An unspoken one. You are going to be the person I let in. You are going to be the one who answers when I’m scared.
That’s not silly. That’s biology.
