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It starts with an initial impression. Good or bad, an impression, a recognition that one exists, is always a start. And then there's attraction, an irresistible urge to be with someone, a curiosity that draws you nearer, like a moth to a flame. Affection, admixing every emotion with tenderness, and a certain degree of fondness. It happens quietly, unconsciously, like a thief in the dark going after your heart. And then you wake up and find yourself falling, falling, falling. The die cast, no turning back. Going, going, gone.