I love this. It's true. They stand there looking wonderful. Everything that comes out of their mouths is like fairy dust. Their bodies leak with invisible pheromones. Our heart rates rise. We can barely speak because our needs haven't been met for weeks, if not years and we think of them as the one, and yet we've been plugging away at our remodel, writing poems, taking pictures, spending time running long distances alone, in all manner of trying to express our personal greatness and we fall flat.