The more time they spent together, the harder it was to avoid the temptation of meeting again. The following days turned into a matter of broken calculations and decisions. Robert wanted to give her some space, he wanted her to make a move towards him, but he was not the patient type and he liked getting his prize sooner rather than later; so the days would start with the decision of not calling her and they would generally culminate in some poor excuse to ask her out for coffee or for a drive or for a nice dinner in a restaurant by the sea. Amalia relished his growing interest in her – she was young, but she knew so well how easily one gets bored of another human being, especially how easily she got bored, so she also relished her interest in him. She knew the high point would come soon and it would be no more than a decline from there, so the remaining period would be a time of sensations, evolution and revolution.
There is some merit in slow movement and that was the only way available to make the pleasant sensations and the mutual attraction last for a few more blinks of an eye; and while some people just throw themselves in the middle of the situation, suffocating the new-found object of interest, her way was a more contemplative one. It wasn’t the inevitable conclusion that she was avoiding, but the tedious death of feelings, of attraction. The new situation and the new person with whom one gets to share present and past are to be savoured like a good vintage wine, enjoying its aroma, not just aiming for the drunken stupor. Seeing the new person too often, too much, means obliterating one’s senses, wearing out the priceless initial attraction, whereas punctuating the potential moments spent together with certain other activities, involving certain other people, and then just dividing the events into atoms of fun and pleasure is just the alternative against premature boredom. Those who lose interest in things and people so very easily are also the ones who know the real value of a new-found sensation, of a freshly discovered feeling, how fragile they are and how their discovery must be protected at any cost, the source of pleasure being one to fade out so quickly.
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