I am quick to get attached and to fall in love. In the blink of an eye! One moment I’ll be talking to you, and the next you’ll lean on the table to write something down and I’ll look at the curve of your back in that shirt and I’m done for! I pour my heart and soul into loving my lover. If it’s unrequited, it’s somewhat more exciting. It seems so dramatic – I cut my fringe, spend a lot of time pouting, drinking coffee. I’ll keep my sunglasses on inside. It feels so French. Some form of unnamed ‘chic’-ness that can only come with one-way street love. If someone asks how you are, just sigh and say your lover’s name, assuming that they understand, even if you’ve just met them. Stare longingly at couples holding hands. You consider taking up smoking. You know it’s a filthy habit, and you hate the smell of smoke (it doesn’t help with your asthma either), but it would help with everyone knowing your pain. Plus, you’ll look so much more like Jane Birkin while tapping the ci