I look at the sad, aged rides outside of grocery stores every now and then. It wasn't until recently that I knew why they drew me in so much–they reminded me of my love life. Always too open and available for the ride, with a menial return and reward. Never a soul that got on cared for the old ride, and began to walk past it's haunting exterior. But there's always one boy, that will always ride that ride; over and over and over until he simply runs out of time, or something to provide. But, the joy, in that child's eyes, with his soul soaring high, only for a few moments; that is love. And that is what I will always have to remember.