Your heart launches itself against your rib cage like an animal.

You wondered, when she came along, if this was what most people got to experience in their lives: a straight line from want to satisfaction; desire manifested and satisfied in reasonable succession. This had never been the case before; it had always been fraught. How many times had you said, 'If I just looked a little different, I'd be drowning in love'? Now you got to drown without needing to change a single cell. Lucky you.

You wanted someone to be obsessed with you. How could you accomplish that?

How do you get someone you want to want you? Why did no one love you?