Somewhere a clock is ticking.

I've been seeing someone exclusively. He makes me intensely happy.

Quick, someone snap me out of this euphoria. This isn't me, is it? If I'm happy, I have nothing to write about!

This can't be healthy.

But, I'll swim in it until the inevitable. Which, in this case, I sincerely hope never comes.

I'm almost tempted to utter that L-word. Almost.