I was discussing infatuation with a few friends in separate conversations recently, and they each made reference to how wonderful it can be.

One said: They should bottle that shit and sell it. I mean, even if it has to be by prescription, that's fine by me.

The other: Man, it's like the Fountain of Youth.

And they both agreed that while the low points of the emotional rollercoaster were utter anguish, the high points couldn't be beat. I hope I never get too old for this.