I looked at the sparkle in her eyes, the way her lips moved as she spoke to me, so reciprocal to the conversation. I realized that for the first time in a long time, I didn't need to pay attention or be smart or the most talented...just talk to her.

Every time she uttered a word, I was desperate to rush forward and kiss her plump lips. Guilt would rush over me as I contemplated that sensation.

"Why?", "What's happening to me?"

I hated her, I mean... at some point I just didn't like her, so why do I like her now? I can't stand it, it's just that chemical reaction that makes me love her mortal being as if she were immortal. I think of my heart now as a servant that no longer appeals to the brain or logic.