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God, I miss the feeling that comes with meeting someone you can't get enough of. The anticipation, the nervousness, the tension. You know the swirling feeling in your head that happens when the two of you are in close proximity and pheromones collide? And it is such a fleeting thing; occurring in time that must be cherished, because before you know it, it gives way to the complexity, anxiety and arguments that come with a relationship.
That's the beauty of it, I suppose, and the irony as well. It is the feeling that most people search for forever. It is the feeling that you look back upon when you are older when you nostalgically describe your one or two great loves to your grandchildren. It is the one thing that tempts you to keep revisiting the past, perhaps attempting to work it out with that former lover. But it can never last, no matter how hard you try. It is here, then it's gone, slipping away almost as soon as it was there. And if you try to hold onto it too long, keep coming back to it, it never quite feels the same again. Why is it so easy to acknowledge this fact, but so hard to accept?
That's the beauty of it, I suppose, and the irony as well. It is the feeling that most people search for forever. It is the feeling that you look back upon when you are older when you nostalgically describe your one or two great loves to your grandchildren. It is the one thing that tempts you to keep revisiting the past, perhaps attempting to work it out with that former lover. But it can never last, no matter how hard you try. It is here, then it's gone, slipping away almost as soon as it was there. And if you try to hold onto it too long, keep coming back to it, it never quite feels the same again. Why is it so easy to acknowledge this fact, but so hard to accept?