In fact, my face gets red the moment I hear the phrase.

I don't want it, no, I don't want that.

If that is it, if that is the real thing, then I don't want it.

I think it can be better than that (that blind idolatry, blind lust that we call falling in love)

I believe that I can wake up one morning and realize I have love. (The love that had been there, the love I had but didn't see)

The love isn't new but it is overwhelming. And I don't know whether to get up and mop the kitchen floor or whether to stay in bed and cry. Either way my throat is soft and hoarse and my mind is clear.

And I realize that I didn't fall in and I won't fall out.