Even the angels get happy sometimes.

I think some people aren't really ready for love and some really are so shy that it seems to slip away from them, and some people are so stressed out that you can't feel relaxed enough around them to say sweet words of love. Oh love, the mind, the heart is where it's felt. Mere appearences are but illusions for the most part. Love is not about falling apart when you are together and not giving in for a chance for laughter. I'm getting like a wing nut a bit here, but you get the idea. Listen to the Rock and Roll or get a radical hair cut or something. Your confusion and fear will only create mumps and measles. The potion in the cave and the lotion in the spare room will cover you in summer sweat.