I am a hopeless romantic. Sometimes the emotional scenes of love I envision in my mind bring me to tears. So too did the ones I had the fortune of experiencing in recent memory. I spent a large portion of my life longing for closeness with the other but these days, I seem to be content with my life alone in my room. It gets easier over time. I don't know if there is a better feeling than love. It is a similar type of passion or obsession one develops with their special interests. The world starts to revolve around that thing, until the world has turned and left you here. Just where you were, before she appeared.