I always said, "Give your heart away. If it is broken, get some alcohol. Drink some of the alcohol and use the rest to clean out the wound in your heart. Then put your heart back together with duct tape. Someday, someone will come around with the crazy glue to fix it permanently."
That it my curse. I am a hopeless romantic. It has gotten me in trouble before. I have given my heart away on many occasions, and I've spent a lot on alcohol and duct tape. Sometimes you think you would learn from your mistakes.
The first time I thought I was in love, it wasn't pretty. I kissed her, she kissed me, and her boyfriend almost killed me. I did learn never to trust a woman who says she's going to break up with her boyfriend for you. The second time, I thought it was love, she thought I was something to control. That didn't work out too well for me. That one lasted a while till I realized that I was just her plaything. Oh well, two down, not too bad.
The third is the one that got to me. This one I was sure I was in love with, and probably the closet thing to it at the time. I had crazy glue hopes. Things went well for a while, like they always do, then there was a glitch in the system. A glitch that couldn't be fixed. That one hurt, and I'd have to say, the most I've ever spent on alcohol and duct tape. It took me a while, but now her duct tape doesn't bother me anymore.

It was the next one that was sort of a mistake. I thought I was in love, but it was just an infatuation. After the fireworks subsided, there was nothing. Yet again, I realized that the crazy glue was nowhere to be found.
Now present day. Situations had to be just right to meet. Right place and the right time. That is always the best way though. I don't know if I'd call it love at first sight (I don't like to ever say that for sure) but I was damn well enchanted at first sight. She was smart, she was funny, she was witty, and she was pretty. Not just pretty, but the most beautiful thing I've ever seen (I know, sap sap sap, but I am a hopeless romantic). She made me feel good. We were different but the same. We got along well. We still do. We have our differences, but we always seem to work it out. All I keep thinking now is "Is she my crazy glue"?