The story

Being in love is strange.  You meet a stranger, across a crowded room perhaps or on yahoo… Whatever…. And soon, for some reason this person is your life.
If you’re a dork like me, you realize you love this person when you talk to them when they aren’t there.  I pretend that you see me when I dance,  I dress for you when I know you won’t see it. 
That’s not lust, lust is simple. 
For those of us that dance like no one is watching, letting one person, one special person watch is… Love.