Falling in love was something that I had never given much thought to. Meeting someone new, clicking... then the wondering... that fleeting, flying feeling like you might be in love in a few weeks. The giddy, can't-eat-anything crazy-mad pit of your stomach knowing that you can't stop this train. Spending every spare minute with them, talking on the phone, meeting at the most inane times/ places.
I went on a sum total of two dates with Charlie. I've seen him maybe 4 or 5 times. We email almost daily. There is an emotional bond that was present the very first time we met. Our chemistry together was outrageous. Even uncomfortable. We fit.
Yes, yes, I know that it's hard to say that one could fall for someone that quickly. Well it's been like 6 weeks or more. And that bond is no less than before. Without spending time together, without much talking. With only sharing and letters, and a couple of heartfelt talks, staring into eachother's eyes... he told me he likes - yes, loves me.
Now I'm thinking it too: isn't this the same man who broke my heart with the Russian bride-to-be? Yup. And isn't this the guy who I said would never see me again? Yup. But as I've said, love ain't that simple.
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never simple - but also never dull.
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