"If I don't fall in love at least once a week then I am unhappy."

I think Alistair Flitchett once said something to this effect and I kind of agree with him but only in the sense that if I don't have at least have one moment of gleeful wonder in each week then, well, there is no then. No consequences follow really but I like falling in love with things, actively encourage it, nurture it as some surrogate hope or as hope itself. How often do you fall in love? With things and people and words and pictures and music? Is it love or is it just wonder?