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Entry Thirteen: "Chemistry Without Consistency"
The conversation flows. He's charming, quick-witted, the kind of person who makes you feel like you're the only one in the room. He leans in when I talk, touches my hand lightly when he's making a point, laughs at my jokes in a way that feels genuine.
I feel it in my body, the flutter in my chest, the warmth spreading through me, the way I catch myself smiling without meaning to.
This is what I've been missing, I think. This aliveness. This pull.
