Love is a pathway of many colors and dead ends. But when the right path is chosen, the sights are amazing.
I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your mama's Hooked on Phonics.
The gorgeous breathlessness and thrilling pulse -- those are sensations that the years have layered on top of the initial emptiness, like sheet after sheet of silk covering a bare table. More than fifty years later I can only see the cloth; the table has been obscured.