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I know it's been too long when the simple gentle press of a knee to my side sparks an inferno of barely identifiable emotions. And from someone I hardly know, much less someone I'm intensely attracted to.

I don't want to turn into that animal that's always the latest feature of the new cougar-themed show on ABC. I've always been deeper than a body, and I hate to think I'm losing that to the world.

The further I lose myself in studies and friends, the easier the need for love and acceptance is to suppress. But once you taste it, you want to dive right in all over again. It's a shame too, thinking Love is broken but at the same time knowing that you're the only mechanic.

I guess only time can tell.