Earlier today, I was part of a two-way conversation with a good friend, one of those chats that somehow turn philosophical, maybe because in that particular moment in time the planets were especially aligned. And out of the blue, I get the accusation:

- I think you haven't actually found love yet.

Time stops... What? Huh?

Then it hits me...

(He's right.)

...like a ton of bricks.

Guilty, Your Honor.