It seems I have fallen in love with the idea of love. And relationships and romance and all that good shit. Largely my inspiration of this has come from fictional sources. Television, books, stories. And observing other people in real life. And from ridiculously limited personal experience. This concept that I have and have developed this perverse fascination with probably has no actual or possible referent in reality. It's probably all bullshit. But delicious bullshit, that will remain perfect. Perhaps it is best this way, and I should keep it this way. I love you Anonymous, for reading this :)