Love did not win today. It's only one for three. So what should I say as everyone stares at me? And him. Can we both be best? Should not I (or he - more likely) be a wedding guest? What an oxymoronic surprise! A lovely wedding jest - best becomes a pity prize awarded at an inquest. So what do you do when the woman you crave doesn't crave you? She will love no boy yet she is loved by two. Put us Don Quixote's employ - two donkeys on an impossible quest. Dress us in tuxedos of corduroy and tell everyone we are best. Kindness is the best way to condescend. You are the best but you're just a friend. A best friend - just like him. So what do I say as you stare at me? A slack-jawed caveman in a glass display. Love acts with wicked glee - in pursuit of its own perverse fun. To one, Love gives three. To two, Love gives none. Love doesn't give a crap about love, who's best, or what I need. So when will I stop shaking salt into the sea? Lovegood Carp, Editor-in-Chief