Being in love is like being in a room devoid of any light. You feel and fumble your way, trying to ascertain what furniture is there, the shape of things, as you attempt to stay upright. There is no light switch, but if you're clever you might make it to a window so you can open the blinds and let in some moonlight. It's always moonlight, though. And you can't trust moonlight to show things clearly or correctly.