I enjoyed the poem that Karen Yeh read in class, 10 things I hate about you. I guess, I'm a hopelessly romantic person, and I think I'm still trying to hold on to the years when there was so much passion and the feelings of love and hate were so overhwelming. There's still passion in my life but the security of marriage somehow strips some of the excitement away. I think many of you who are in love may feel the same way, too. Do you?