Might as well face it. You're addicted to love.
Everyone loves love. Right? Am I wrong? I mean, you've got to love it. Its great! All those warm fuzzy feelings, all those endless hours thinking of sexy-time, the long passionate kisses, the drunken PDA... sigh.
Oh wait. Is that love? Or is it mating season?
If someone can say that they love a chip flavour, why can't they say that they love someone they just met? I guess its more complicated than that to some people. I prefer to go the route of falling in love right off the bat and then having the object of my desires prove me wrong. Its easier that way. Or harder. Whatever.
