I am sick. If you’ve seen me around the web you know that I’m not keeping it a secret. I’m whining as if I was the only person ever to have the flu in life. That’s mostly because it feels like a cross-strain of the ebola virus and bird flu. But I’m not unhappy. And in no small way, it’s because I’m being courted. I’m being called several times a day. Sweet nicknames are being given to me. I am regaled by tales of my beauty. The depth of desire for me is often referenced. I’m being enveloped in the type of energy I most prefer. And apparently, I’m not even getting the good stuff yet. It’s more than that though. This person is going through a difficult time in their lives, a painful, humbling experience, and yet still finds time to prioritize me. You know, like lovers are Supposed to do. Yay.