Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited
love. You ask yourself, How did I get here? What was it about? Was it
her smile? Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle,
the poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists? What are these
elusive and ephemeral things that ignite passion in the human heart?
That's an age-old question. It's perfect food for thought on a bright
midsummer's night.