love.

Can't sleep can't work can't do anything warm fuzzies that are at the beginning of any relationship (honeymoon phase) and are so undeniably tempting and all consuming.  

Just because you've had them before doesn't mean you are ever immune to them (if you are still human). They keep coming, nature's way of helping further our species, I can feel that in my body, truly. We may have even very recently been dragged through agony, heartache and pain, and yet we run towards the light with our arms wide open and outstretched, hoping that perhaps this time will be different. It has to be. We keep learning and growing and try to quit falling in the same potholes that got us into dead end situations, but we are nonetheless so imperfect, and still utterly our same, vulnerable, flawed selves when this new opportunity shows up at our doorsteps.

The kind that you can't not talk about to everyone you see. An enlightened education into what unbridled joy means.

Hormones flood our brains with confusion and rose colored glasses. It doesn't matter. There is nothing I could have done to stop this. And I wouldn't want to. For now, I'm letting the fire burn and seeing where it leads.

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