I'm a hopeless romantic, and you can tell every time I'm falling in love whether it's with someone I know, someone I wish I knew, or a version of someone I wish could exist. And they all come back around because fate likes to remind me how much my feelings roll through cycles. And I read things that I wrote two, three, four, five years ago and the same people echo through everything. And every time someone new steps into the lineup, they become a recurring theme, a trope in the story arc of my life and it's madness. But like I said, I'm a hopeless romantic, so no matter how much I bitch and moan about how tiring it can all get, there's not a day that passes that I don't secretly love every moment of it. Reading back through the archives of my life and finding evidence of the smallest moments, that may have been fleeting, but whose influence were profound. It's a mystery and a miracle and I love every moment.