I don’t do this. I don’t fall in love, and I don’t talk about how I’m feeling. Never have. Only, he wants me to… and, I think I love him. I don’t even like typing that out. I feel … inferior in some odd way, knowing that this vulnerability can lead to sadness? Well, that’s a lot of emotion right there. I guess they’ve always been in me, just not always observed. I find myself wanting to cook dinner for him, cancel plans to stay with him, even stay home from work to be with him. Unlike me. I am … transforming. They say this is what life is all about, having someone to spend it with. Yet, who do we become when we lose ourselves for the other?