I love people too quickly. I meet them. They say one clever thing, and I adore them. But in the end they always seem to disappoint me, and I hold it against them. I know it’s my own fault. I’m looking for something, and I see a faint glimmer of it in the people I meet. I’m looking for something you see. I’ve got a long list of people who I still hold grudges against for not being the people I once imagined them to be. I’d never let you look at it. You’re on there too.