He was undoubtedlyA victim of serial infatuationWhich went a long wayIn explaining his deep understanding of unrequited love.But this time felt differentAnd he found himselfChallenged to step out of his imagination to face the possibility that he might have to face the risk of actual hurt, to accomodate the needs of another, to experience love previously only dreamed.Infatuation was neat and tidy, built by hand to measure, fruition not really expected. But this was new and the possibility was mixed with messiness and he was unsure if it or himself was worth or worthy of the risk.