But I want to lose my breath, and be swept away, and weep tears of joy. I want to feel a love so intense it hurts. The kind that would kill me if it wasn't what I thought it was, but is exactly what I know it is. The trouble is, there's no way to tell the difference between the real thing and a counterfeit unless I am willing to take the risk and be free with my heart.
So here I am. Again. A heartbroken record.