(Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-le-without-each-other love.)
Attraction, FLIRTATION, euphoria, Doubt, The truth (the longer the better)
...And so you dance around it. You draw it out. You tease towards love.
This is pure physical poetry. Its the thril of cummunicating by give and take, the simple charm of tugging at anouther heart and waiting (hoping) for a response.
It's the improbably joyous celebration of going absolutely nowhere for a long, long time... all in the anticipation that you're actually on your way (slowly, tiptop-ingly) to somewhere truly marvellous...
i never stop falling in love...
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