In love with people, yes. But also in love with places, with ideas, dreams, with books, with songs, with the way the sun casts rays of pure gold on the world right before launching into a brilliant display of pinks and oranges every night. I believe some people are just born this way, with love beating so strongly from their heart that it must find dozens of ways to escape every day. These people fall in love in obvious and often extravagant ways and are looked upon as fools by everyone else in the world. And maybe we are, in a way. Certainly those who keep a tighter rein on their hearts do not open themselves up to the kind of pain we do. But there is such beauty in falling in love that I hardly resent my incessant desire to do so. I love again and again, and as many problems as this brings, I still continue to do so on a daily basis because… Well, because I must.
This is how I feel.