Is love when everytime your phone rings you jump because of the remote possibility that it might be that person, even when you know the odds are greater that helen keller would be calling you? Is love when anytime you are inspired to do anything you think of just that one person, when you can't picture yourself with anybody else? is love when you would gladly set fire to a club in NYC, tattoo their name accross your forehead, and sever your pinkie just to show how much you care?? is love when you videotape that person 24/7 and quit your job just so you can follow their every move?

correct me if i'm wrong...