A lonely man with an amorous heart runs high-risk of making innocent, yet dangerous decisions when led to believe by works of a temptress that he is wanted and loved. Thanks be to the wiser friend who stands in his way, for he keeps that amorous and innocent heart beating for his true love who is well on her way.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

And always John, who is my own Gilbert Blythe, my real life Mr. Darcy, and the love of my life.

I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor. Some people love that rush of new emotions, and when that first rush of new love is spent, they move on to the next, thinking the love wasn't real. What I felt in her, and potentially in you, is the love of years. Love that knows that that first rush of freshness isn't the real thing. It's the tip of the iceberg.

It?s still the same Lindsay.

Google is a spy, Twitter is a whistle blower, Facebook is a unity, the media is a source of war, religion is love. Hate the media if you can follow it like Twitter, spy its strength like Google, make sure you are united in Facebook.