I dated (had affairs with) a different girl every two or three weeks for 4 years. I lost the ability to love years before that. I can't even remember a portion of them now, names, faces, lost, like sand blowing in the wind.
That gypsy girl, the one I never dated, is still firmly planted in my memories. She had the most incredible body, and wore short shorts that were a little too large, so when she crouched down the sun shone right under. She stared into my eyes when we spoke, and there were children around her all the time, they all loved her, I could see it. I think maybe she was an angel.