I think I'm addicted to that first perfect moment before the insecurities and the doubts set in when you meet someone and you kiss for the first time and you say I like you and they say I like you too, and for a short glorious while you feel like anything's possible and everything's in the right place..

I think I may be in love with the notion of being in love, or in love with love?
I'm infected by Hollywood movies and silly pop songs.

Did I ever tell you about the boy with no soul? Well he’s back and I think I still very much love him.