A cup of coffee and chocolate ice cream on a crowded terrace came as a welcomed antidote to the sun filled shard of emotions and past. Perhaps they had been more open and honest than either one of them had intended to be, both with the other person and with themselves. The drive back to town cemented conclusions and resolutions and the Eagles CD on the background trickled innocuous intimacy between the two of them. It was that kind of intimacy and freedom you feel when you talk to a stranger, and from it derives the trust you can say anything and everything. It was the relief you get from pouring out your history and hopes, which sometimes gets to be mistaken for early-set friendship. One way or another though, sweetly deceiving or harshly honest, the uplifting feeling remains the same and once it takes over, it produces a constant craving for more and more, until it burns itself out with an unsuspected flame. But itβs that kind of high which, if acknowledged at the proper moment, forms a special type of happiness that some of us will chase relentlessly and at any cost, once weβve had our first taste of it.
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I like how you start with coffee and chocolate, both temporary highs that produce “constant craving for more” and tie it into the unexpectedly intimate encounter you describe here so well.
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Thank you! Not many people notice these details, even if they’re excessively subtle. π
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This is very intriguing π
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Thank you π
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Yes – and also addictive (like chocolate and coffee?) π
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Interesting Read
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Thank you!
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Love your writing!
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Thank you π I’m really glad!
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