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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry #72 - The Connection Confession

The thing about meeting someone and connecting with them, is that your mind takes you to places that you never even conceived yourself capable of going.

You find yourself having visions and fantasies. And worst of all you find yourself having hope...

You start believing in all the illogical things that you know you have no business believing.

You forget past lessons yet remember them vividly all at the same time.

Your mind becomes overwhelmed.
Your heart becomes insistent,
And your loins...
Your loins takes on a life all its own.

You are no longer in control.
Not really.

You are now left to the whimsy of a word,
of a touch,
of a smile,
of a kiss.

You have been conquered and you are completely unaware of it.
You are bitten, smitten and ultimately doomed *chuckles*.

But why do we ignore the facts?
Why do we pursue and engage despite what we already know?

Because, in the end, none of the impending hurt matters.
In the end we are so happy to feel alive, 

Feel connected... 

Feel.

That all that matters, is that persons' smile.
And lawd... 

What a beautiful smile it is.

-Y. Salmon

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