(And the strange desire to eat everything in sight, hide in your room, and watch old movies with friends from high school.)

NOW COMES THAT UNAVOIDABLE TIME WHEN YOU SAY TO ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN: WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING, ANYWAY? IF IT'S A PERSON YOU LOVE, FIRST YOU HATE ONLY THEIR FOULEST INADEQUACIES, THEN YOU START HATING THEIR GOOD POINTS AS WELL. IF IT'S RUNNING YOU LOVE, YOU START TO HATE HILLS, SIDEWALKS AND BAD WEATHER. AND SOON ANYTHING THAT SLIGHTLY RESEMBLES A BUMP, CONCRETE, OR A SMALL BREEZE.

I can't believe I ever said I felt this way, I must have been dreaming! Wait, THIS IS NO DREAM, THIS IS A FILM NOIR MOVIE, and one of those really dark ones, too. I mean, this is love? This is what they tell you about when you're 11 and naive? Or 32 and more naive?