Just emailed someone this line and I think it bears repeating:
I'm in love with life, just not specific people.
I run and I'm in love. I listen to a song and I'm in love. I watch a film and I'm in love. I read a book and I'm in love. I see a whimsical toy and I'm in love. If there's something that makes me laugh, I'm in love. If I've had a good night's sleep, I'm in love. Give me ice-cream and I'm in love.
How is it possible not to love everyday then?