I remember the first time falling in love- how it felt to be specific. I had the strong desire to hold her until she was a part of me. To simply having her in my arms was not enough. I had to envision cracking open our chests just to be closer, to feel her. I also remember realizing that this wasn’t possible and that if this is what it felt like to be in love then the whole world was mad…they were mad….weren’t they?