If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.

Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.

Alone everything changes. Some might call it distorted reality but it's exactly the place I need to be.

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

And this is a kiss like none before, a kiss that could overcome the dark of deep space night. It's a falling star, flame, ice. It's pure as water from a snow-fed mountain spring. This is what you dream a kiss to be. To have a kiss just like this each and every day! How satisfying life would be.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.