Yesterday I realized how easy it is for me to fall in love. I was entranced by someone, this woman of remarkable energy, intelligence, and beauty, and cannot get her out of my mind. I imagine daily life with her; nights holding one another in a tight embrace after making love. "More happy, happy, love"--John Keats. Sharing our respective experiences of the day over dinner and a glass of wine.
The power of touch is more powerful than most words.
The great underlying terror that she doesn't feel the same way about me. That all that happened was no more than her usual behavior of "being nice" toward another person.