“Where the heart is really attached, I know very well how little one can be pleased with the attention of anybody else. Everything is so insipid, so uninteresting, that does not relate to the beloved object! I can perfectly comprehend your feelings.”
Jane Austen Northanger Abbey
I know Isabella, I know the feeling. It is like the solar system suddenly begins rotating around “the beloved object.” When the phone cries and you are really expecting word from “the beloved object,” every message and phone call from someone else makes you groan in frustration.