I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first time we see the person of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won't win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings.
The time of that fall contained every worthwhile moment I had ever lived.
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