Elation and other peculiar states of being
I had lunch today with my old flame, whom I shall refer to as Grounded henceforth. This is only the third time I have seen her since I got in touch, and I still must contain a tumult of emotions when I see her. The best word I can think of for it is "elation"--it's like my actual heart muscle is spontaneously resisting gravity. It's unsettling, unnerving, distracting, and wonderful. I'm happy just being in her presence.
Can this last? Should I place any faith in this passion? It will all end in tears, but when and why will it do so?
For now, I'm just happy that she laughed and smiled at me, (and were her eyes always so blue?) and will come to my birthday party.
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