I'd like to think that my own Marcus Flutie is existing somewhere, living and breathing and thinking the thoughts that I, too, am constantly thinking. I hope he is there, in true flesh and blood, and is not only floating around in my mind and dreams and subconscious. Or just flying through the dust that sits in the air of my life, only to drift away when I am not looking. I want to meet him one day and have that real and riveting conversation that I crave each day I step out of my bed to live another twenty-four hour span. I would like to actually have that satisfying human relationship that is as challenging as it is pleasing... the one I've wanted since I was old enough to know better.