In the beginning it was the most exhilarating yet calming feeling of having found it; the true thing that all are looking for. It was so beautiful it is hard to put into words. It flowed like a river headed for a waterfall. It gripped so hard it was breath-taking. The kind that when you tell about it to your friends they go something like “Tell me about it in a month” or “It’s too good to be true” or even “tread carefully”, “Don’t rush into something that might be disappointing in the end” and many more heart-breaking comments that the victim of this particular inception really does not want to hear at the time. It felt so right it was disconcerting to even think of it as anything but the beauty that it was. Faults were otherwise little adorable attributes and they found absolutely nothing wrong with each other. At inception there was a solution to every world problem. The world no longer seemed a bad place and life was never more fulfilling. At this inception there was hope, eyes were readily and naturally filled with smiles, laughter rang loud between them and their stomachs hurt of real genuine laughter. Everything was double funny. Amid the laughter, plans were made, the future was all figured out. They knew exactly what they wanted, how they wanted it and the path to take them there. They called it the skeleton of their path. The unknown details provided by life’s twists and turns would be the meat to fill along the way. At inception it was effing lovely.