Jane Austen once said
(She’s a rock star too)
That mostly you’re in love with the fact
That someone’s in love with you.

Narcissism.
It seems an ugly thing.
But isn’t it true that when The Boss cancels his North Carolina concert and refuses to sing,
And I post his note on Facebook because my heart has taken wing,
That I’m convinced that like that other frikkin rockstar Sting,
He sees everything I do?