Utter ecstacy, the highest point of our beings.
Understanding.
Contentment.
Blindness, foolishness, loss.
Passion.
Unrequited, unfulfilled, unfair?
The care of another.
Hunger?
Family, friends, pets, books, flowers, sunshine...
Belonging?
God, I don't know. I can't think of what to write or what to say about it, at least not in any fashion that's coherent. But the night is no longer young and I should probably be doing that thing they call sleep.
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one opinion that could help?
Thanks, Mel!
Although I did only check my blog after I'd written the article (six hours of writing and editing and hunting for quotes and texts, etc - reminded me of uni), I think I might have taken a different approach to the article if I'd read your blog post - a good approach to romance :)
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