Two years ago, I had the fortune of crossing paths with someone who was so magnetic that I literally felt like I needed to be touching him at all times. When we were together, I found myself making excuses to reach over and touch his hand while he was driving or to walk so close to his side that the occasional bump was inevitable. When I woke up in the morning and found him on the other side of the bed, I felt a mixture of mad, and sad, and yearning and I would creep up as close to him as humanly possible without waking him so that I could feel the heat from his body radiate onto mine. I felt him in a way I had never felt someone before. It was magical. Last night during a phone conversation with my sister, I reminded her that he was a mad, passionate, extraordinary love and though I don’t feel that way about anybody in my life right now, I’m willing to hold out for that feeling again. There was the vast North American continent and Atlantic Ocean between us, and also other things that made it hard to sustain what we had, but I think destiny will be kind enough to bestow upon me another, so patience will be my friend until then. Suffice it say, this week, I’m inspired by love, not comfortable love, not family love, not convenient love, and definitely not that plain vanilla kind of love that bores me so much that I’m tempted to take an adderall just to make it through my Facebook feed. I’m talking about love thats unreasonable, senseless, passionate, inconvenient, magical, indescribable, physical, and crazy mad in the best kind of way! And if you believe in that kind of love, like I do, you’re lucky!