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I consider myself a hopeless romantic. Yet, today, between washing the dishes and making myself a salad, it occurred to me: i don't think i've ever been in love. i tried to think of guys that stood out and were significant in my life. let's see. my first boyfriend... i was almost clinically depressed the months after we broke up; but no, that wasn't love. maybe if we go further back, when I was a freshman in highschool. no wait, that was years of infatuation (he still makes me nervous). how about, my second boyfriend, maybe? i really liked him. but no. not love either. maybe, mister bugles? or mister mole? i mean, they are pretty recent, and i did care about them a lot, and i still think about them sometimes (which is what happens when you have dates walking around philly, and some streets just remind you of those dates)... but no. no true love there for them, either. so could it be... i mean, my favorite movie is 'love, actually'. not that that has to do anything with this particular pseudo-philosophical rambling of mine. so i'm full of love, full of caring, always there for people, i have more than one friend i would almost give my life for, i love my family tons... but.. but.. oh well. i will admit it. i have never been in love.