There are some questions that beg to be answered and never are. One such question is why we love who we love? Its difficult to know why one strikes our fancy while another leaves us cold. Yet many ponder the enigma that is love. Is it a chemical reaction or just a fluke when a man connects with a woman romantically? Honestly, I don’t know. I only know that when it happens it is beautiful and wondrous to behold. Falling in love is the 4^th of July and Christmas all rolled up in a heart shaped box replete with a big red bow!!!! Ah, the butterflies are in flight and flowers blooming amid happy rays of sunshine, its ridiculously perfect. One is captive to the feeling and so enslaved by the sight, sound and smell of the object of one’s affection that he/she is rendered a mindless poetic fool.

Love is blind as well as crazy, but who wouldn’t want that kind of insanity? Ah love, the pleasant madness! Kisses that set the fires within one blazing, whispered words in the dark that brighten the midnight recesses of the soul. Holding hands and dreaming of a life together, it is good. Love is the crux and bane of man’s existence and trouble. Love nailed Jesus Christ to the Cross and love drove Adam to eat forbidden fruit from the hand of Eve. Love scratches at the soul, it itches, it tears at us from the inside out; yet again love soothes the beast within, satiates the hungry heart and delivers us from loneliness. Love is such a mystery, a paradox of good pleasures waiting to unfold.

So why the hell is he running, Andrea thought? James Whitcom was the most handsome man she’s ever seen. He was poetry in motion, a love sonnet an R&B song and every woman’s fantasy.