There was a girl who I wanted to propose to. I loved this girl. She never made me feel the way sunflowers make me feel though. Her warmth didn’t compare to the heat of a brick wall in winter. Living with her I never felt as alive as I did driving 100mph down the highway at 3am yelling at the top of my lungs. And it wasn’t fair of me to compare her to such things. How could it be fair? She was real.