Either I am surrounded by idiots
Or perhaps I was wrong in assuming
That love is exclusive to fools
If my eyes are not deceiving me
I can confirm that love has affected everyone around me
It has not restricted itself to vertebrates with negligible erudition
It has gripped one and all
I have a notebook with me where I have taken the strain of listing and describing all the symptoms associated with this singular curiousity
I must admit the notebook is laden with words I had not come to expect
Blindness, deafness, insomnia, loss of appetite, corrupted memories, sullenness interjected with periods of extreme elation, and madness to name a few
The findings are surprising, but not shocking