Oct. 09, 2003 @ 9:43 p.m.

I have always wondered what it’s like at the precious moment that you figure out you’re in love. Does it hit you like a brick wall, like the test cars preformed for our safety on every model car, with the results charted up like your insides at the doctor’s office? Or is it more secretive like the unibomber? One day you get a package on your doorstep and that’s how you realize, because it blows up in your face? Does it feel like the first time she took your hand, back in second grade or how you felt when you got the note back with YES circled in a wobbly fashion of nervousness? Does your foot twitch and kick the sand like when you first found her face admirable and delicate, then finding yourself somehow telling her so, asking her out and doing everything you could not to turn away dancing right into the ocean and drifting off to sea? Like when she blushed, smiled and nodded with a simple but shy "Yes" to "May I please have this dance?" How many licks does it take to get to the center of a gushy pop? The world may never know.