It is a rather odd feeling and one which I have never experienced before. Of all of one's thoughts being consumed by one person.
To say that I have never felt love before would be distorting the truth; there has been much poetry and sleeplessness and anguished mumblings into phone receivers to deny it. But all I've loved before has been in tidy little obsessions which petered out before the week ran out and before I ran out of reasons to walk away.
It is as though I have lived my life backwards. In adolescence I loved with the restraint of one who has lived and learnt and fears being burnt again. And in my adulthood I've come to give without a care for what I get in return. Is this what they mean by unconditional love? I don't quite know yet, but I think it is as close as one can get without.