The first time I was in love, I don't think I spent any time questioning whether or not I actually was. Looking back, I think I thought I was but — in retrospect — I was probably too young to really know the weight of something like that. The second time I could have been in love, I was more introspective, and had more reservations. It just felt like the mature thing to do. The third time, however, I was certain.

It was a period of marked harmony, growth, freedom, and enjoyment. I learned so much about patience, humility, respect, and serenity. It was so good. It was the healthiest addiction, and I really miss it.

I can't wait to get tumbled again.