Being swept off the feet seemed quite real, and I used to nod my head when people talked about kindred souls, poor dupe individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in rhythmical compositions.
Then I met you, and everything changed, the cynic was then converted, the scoffer, an avid radical. :)
and then I met substantial you, and the converted was back to the cynic.
So again will the cynic be ever converted?