Love's a bitch

So I took an poll on AIM the other night. I asked if you, the collective you form like y'all, had ever been in love. I got a flood of affirmatives, and a couple negatives. And then, it came to me. From that "special lady."
And of course, being the truthful person that I am, I told her that, yes, I had been in love. She asked with whom, and I told her. She. (But I didn't mention the "still totally am.") Later on, I asked her. She said yes she had, and, to my question of with whom, she replied "Who do you think ;) ".
And so I find myself back in the place I hate, the land of Middleness. It's the last exit between Desperation and Loneliness, a couple before Total Loss. It's that state of illusion where we are forced to survive.
Shit go to go. I'll finish later.