I fell in love easily. Delighted and elated in those hours. Often, emptiness ran over without premonition, no forewarning. And so I would run away from those relationships I had built, times after times. But when it’s over, I would still have nightmares of ex-lovers. Those frights made me question what exactly is love. Maybe love is a black hole: dark, mysterious, seductive, and engulfing everything coming too close.