No amount of theory, rationalizing, insight, and experience can fully explain why we feel what we feel. I'm sure there are precise sciences to how the brain is stimulated, and what triggers the body chemistry, but to break it down to an exact formula takes away all the mysteries that are every bit as real.
The images that self-selects to surface, the moments that come to mind, the things that come back in slow motion. I suppose in the end, these are the times we remember and live for.
I'll end this with an excerpt from Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye's exquisite poetry:
...Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to.
And Love leaves exactly when Love must.
When Love arrives,
When Love arrives,
say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.”
If Love leaves,
ask her to leave the door open behind her,
turn off the music,
listen to the quiet,
whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”
Even when it ends, I'm thankful every time it stops by.
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