Yet here I was. I never thought I’d be in love, either. And yet, here I was. My heart was beating faster and faster with sheer excitement. Why? I’d already made love to her. I’d already seen everything I could see of her. She had been mine for so long already, and yet…there went my heart thump, thump, thump. Plato once said, “At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.”
