What an experience... Like thunder

It's been a year and it was like THUNDER. Powerful, beautiful, terrifying, destructive, passionate, confusing, glowing, and with so much potential...

I obviously didn't know how to deal with it but I was patient. I gave myself room to make mistakes and watched the mistakes made by the thunder and contemplated it as well.

I invented theories: of currencies of values and energy, of cold reasoning and hearts beating, of justifying what I don't know and what I don't like, and of love or just questions about what in the world it is.

An Incomplete Attempt of Description

There is in her that kind of happiness that you decide to have deliberately not only as a consequence of ignorance or mere silliness. When you look at her you see her eyes and body radiating warmth with inviting simplicity that won't burden you cognitively. But having said that, her mind-fucking techniques most probably will in an intellectual game of mental domination and control.

I'm trying to make explicit, to myself what happens when she smiles. She has sophistication but not to the extent of annoying complexity so sometimes she entices you to analyze but her kindness makes you comfortable enough to think that you don't really have to. One of the things that come to my mind when I look at her, besides the brightness in her eyes is that there is a tiny aura of an angel (which she absolutely is not).

Most vital to my attraction to her is her ability to make me respect her mind. She gave the impression that she is intelligent and I believe that there is much wisdom and experience in her. Now I want to do her.

It's been a while since I actually admired a woman.

Adventure

It is surely an adventure to attempt a description of an endlessly intricate feeling. Because there are aspects to life, there are things that are finer than perfection. A man’s emotions inside his head, not his heart, are untamed again and his perspective on life is changed forever.

When a heart is tamed, a man is lost forever; wandering aimlessly anywhere the wind blows him. But lucky he is, who allows himself to be set free upon the effect of beauty and releases his heart from the tame and chaos and welcomes a new life, a better life, where his heart is untamed and his life has a heading.

I no more seek to explain my feelings for they are rendered tasteless once cast into words. In this new life, I am to value my heart as a very precious thing I care never to lose and never to give away to those who are not free.