Sometimes at events we come across people who fall in love with us, accidentally, unplanned, for a short time or a long, for the look or wit, for the eyes or lips, for the way you hold your posture, for your loving vodka or openly eating for pleasure, for your sarcasm or rudeness. And then it is gone. A moment, a look of admiration, a wave of passion, and it is gone. Feeling desperate will do no good. One needs to simply notice such things, and hopefully being well educated in body language and NLP, figure out the subconscious signals and enjoy the moment.
These intrigues last a moment, usually because of one of the potential partners being involved in a commitment, age difference, social status difference, and you name it what else.
But it is damn cool to fall in love...accidentally...and know that was mutual...Affection is always felt by the object towards who it is nourished. And then you spare the night on imagining how things might have ended up....And then there is 8 A.M. on the wall clock. Time to come back to non-accidental, well-planned and skilfully outlined loves.
These intrigues last a moment, usually because of one of the potential partners being involved in a commitment, age difference, social status difference, and you name it what else.
But it is damn cool to fall in love...accidentally...and know that was mutual...Affection is always felt by the object towards who it is nourished. And then you spare the night on imagining how things might have ended up....And then there is 8 A.M. on the wall clock. Time to come back to non-accidental, well-planned and skilfully outlined loves.
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