I want to be in love again.

I want to feel the euphoria, the joy, the dizziness, the anticipation and the completeness that I felt with Sarah and with Mick and with Greg.

I want to say "I love you" to someone.

I want someone to cuddle me and say "I love you".

I want to wake up in the morning with my hair in a mess, with my face wrinkled from sleep, and see my lover lying beside me with a smile on their face as they look at me and love what they see.

I want lazy Sundays when we get out of bed after midday because we have spent the morning making love.

I want my lover to come to me when I am sitting at my desk and kiss me in naughty places.

I want my lover to switch off the TV, take my hand, lead me to the bedroom and make love with me.

I want to stand on a beach or on a hill with my lover's arms around me, watch the sun rising (or setting) and feel the beauty of the world and of life swirling around us, passing through us and making us part of that beauty.

I want to be in love because I know that without love my life can never be complete, can never be whole and can never be totally fulfilled.