I’m not sure if I’ve ever loved, or if I ever will. I do know that I would give anything to know the feeling. Perhaps that’s the trick. Maybe you have to be loved before you can feel love. If that were the case, I would be doomed to solitude. I don’t know. There is someone that’s always had a unique effect on me. Simply thinking of her makes me feel more… whole. I accept that I’ll likely never get to express those feelings, but I don’t think I’ll ever let them go. Years have passed and flings have come and gone. All the while, there she was, at the back of my mind and somewhere in every poem. Hmmm… The more I think about it, the more I wonder if I’ve been in love all along.