Your post got me thinking about love Donna Marie.
And for once, I really don't know how to feel about it. Sometimes I feel totally and complete numb to the whole idea of loving someone. I guess I'm getting sick of seeing all my friends end up with someone, and here I am, the lone ranger stuck watching them make out. Or hearing about them doing the bedroom mambo.
But then other times, I wish for that one guy to come and open my flood gates. I've got a lot to give to someone, but it has to be the right one. If I never meet the right one, then it doesn't bother me. I'll be content with Leroy, my future French Mastiff.