I think I would not like to love Rick Jackson. He loves people long after they are gone, which means desperately. He says it in Resonance, that love is desperate. That seems to be the word for love. Dee and I talked about it awhile ago and desperate was the word we used also.

I would rather date someone who loves my legs or my breasts. I can feel appreciated, yet desperately longing. Rarely are two people desperate. Then it is no longer desperation.