I'm in love again for the third time in my life. I won't tell her that though. Why ruin a good thing? I have been treated like gold since I've known her. I must enjoy it while I can, but the funny thing is it keeps getting better with every day. When this thing comes to a screaching halt I'm screwed and I know that, but I stay on anyway. Any tips from yall out there? How to survive, etc. I try my hardest to not give a shit and distance myself, but I'm becoming unable to fight much longer. This is not what I wanted, but it's so nice. I gave up on love long ago, and now I feel it surging through me. I'm too happy and that's fucking scary to me. There's this feeling I get when I'm on a mountain or in the ocean or sometimes just anywhere. I call it "The Glow" or the singularity. Time stands still. All good feelings are compressed into a single timeless moment. It's beautiful. It's infinite.