I was an architect, successful, built a few big things... a library, that office tower downtown, even drew up the plans for a new school wing, just last year. But I remember sitting in the break room, thirty years old maybe, listening to everyone talk about "sparks" and "butterflies" after a date, and I just... never got it. Never felt that. Not for a man, not for a woman. Just... the steady pull of a mortgage payment, then the next. Sometimes I wonder, at 3am when sleep won't come, if I missed something HUGE, something everyone else just... had.