I'm glowing with it. It suffuses my waking moments, at times of the day a faraway look will steal behind my eyes, my expression will drift across the room and bump into the furniture and I'll start humming to myself abstractly, over and over, over and over, with snatches of words sung mumbledly, "...we could create ~ something magical, honey"
Then my feet start shifting, numb, tingling, lifting off the floor and there's a static charge in my fingertips. My hand runs over the top of my head and it crackles. Suddenly I return to myself with a loud *SNAP!!* of sudden consciousness! and I realize what I've always known in the bottom of my heart about the truth of love.
Which is what? Which is what? The meaning slips back again like a thief!
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