For me, it was a bit different. I once fell for "Joe", who was blonde, blue-eyed, and so handsome I could just die. I was sure that if he would just give me wings, I would be able to jump off a cliff and fly. That feeling of wanting to fly, but being reminded over and over that if he hands out wings, it probably won't be me. Later, I got to date him, but the guy who gave me wings, is the man I married.
