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Drunk Ramble (Cringe Alerts Apply) - On falling in love.

Today, a friend fell in love.

I know it sounds cliche. To some, it's about sharing a cigarette in the middle of a summer shower. To some, it's the whole 'I can feel the wind, I want to run free right now'. To some, it's just being. Just sharing a comfortable warmth in the company of each other, irrespective of how many silences that warmth contains. But in every case, when you know you've found the person (and I truly, really mean the person) there's a rush of blood to your brains. And brains are always inside the cranium. Just saying.

In every case, though, there's a sense of euphoria. A fleeting, ephemeral, temporary, whatever-you-call-it sense of euphoria. And it's altruistic. Suddenly, as soon as you ask her out and she says yes, you want to tell the world and everyone in it how much you love everything. Scream it to your friends. Hug the trees. Admire the concrete. You get it. And today, a friend fell in love.

But why do we deal with rejections differently? Why does hurt manifest itself differently? Why do we have acid throwing incidents as much as we have the romanticising of "Oh I can never have her"? Why do we have art inspired from rejection? Is it because the humanness of rejection somehow makes it more beautiful? Is the reality of rejection crushing your vulnerability and every emotion you've secretly harboured for a stranger somehow more slowly fleeting? Does it somehow make you stop longer to smell roses? Force you into truly pausing to appreciate what should have been but is never going to be? Is a rush of blood to the heart, more heartfelt? Well, today, a friend fell in love.

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