You meet this person. You look at them. And something about them grabs your insides. A rush—a happy, excited rush—swamps your insides. It makes your insides quiver with excitement. And suddenly, with little active contribution to the happenings, you are hooked. You are hooked on them. You’ve found them, and they are perfect, and you couldn’t be more glad. They are the piece that fits every place, every puzzle, every lock in your mind. Yes, that’s love. That’s love at first sight. But sights aren’t enough. You need horizons. And you need to walk to more than one with this person to decide whether this love is transitory, or transcendental. ~ Mickey Kumra
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