The Unintentional Engima
I feel silly...I meant nothing enigmatic with my earlier post. There are no new strangers or crowded rooms complicating my life.
But I was thinking about love, and thinking about that almost undiscernable moment when attraction becomes something more. And I was thinking about the indescribableness of love - you know when you love someone more than you have loved others, but how? What is it that you feel that you know is more than you felt for someone else? In an array of emotions that cannot be quantified, how is that we can tell more from less? In what way is it measured?
What would a "love unit" be, if there were such a thing?
But I was thinking about love, and thinking about that almost undiscernable moment when attraction becomes something more. And I was thinking about the indescribableness of love - you know when you love someone more than you have loved others, but how? What is it that you feel that you know is more than you felt for someone else? In an array of emotions that cannot be quantified, how is that we can tell more from less? In what way is it measured?
What would a "love unit" be, if there were such a thing?