I throw up again.

How do people fall in love? How do they meet someone on a Tuesday and by Friday they're rearranging their lives around them. How they leave a first date convinced they've found something worth protecting.

I understand attraction.

I understand obsession.

I understand the intoxicating high of convincing yourself that this stranger might be different from the last one.

But that feeling always leaves.

It fades somewhere between the second date and the first real conversation. The fantasy gives way to the person, and the person has never been enough to keep me there.

People always say, When you know, you know. What happens when you never do?