I am going to fall in love again someday and it's going to stop my pulse for seconds, maybe minutes. It's not going to be mediocre and it's not going to be forced. It's going to make the tips of my fingers tingle and my feet feel like they're not touching the ground that is beneath them. It will be perfect in its imperfections, and to them I will be perfect in all of my imperfections. They won't be seeking purely sex, they won't treat love like a game, and they won't treat me like I'm ordinary. The passion within me will never again be laid down on a line for someone to walk over and walk away from. It will seep from my pores into theirs and I will be forever enchanted. So, until that happens, I don't have time for anything else.