I want to be in love.
but I want it to be love, and not just an approximation thereof.
I know what it feels like, I think.
And I know I've only had it fleetingly.
it's not the security of love that I desire most... it's that wreckless-headlong-on-the-edge-of-a-clif
I'm a romantic idiot.
And life doesn't live up to it.
::insert heavy sigh here:::