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Limits of Misunderstanding
I am in love. Or, quite possibly, I am not. You may well judge for yourself, because I don’t really know. I am aroused by Sara on every level: intellectually, emotionally, sexually. She listens to all the nonsense I say, and seems to be truly interested in it, even honestly moved by it. I feel perfectly at ease recapitulating to her all of my concerns, all that may be bothering me, whether it be of an utterly mundane nature, or deeply existential. She seems to enjoy my writing, more so than other people, though I cannot really say. ... Hence, she arouses me intellectually – I am inspired to write, or otherwise to communicate my thoughts and concerns. ... I may be having an ordinary day (which in my lexicon means feeling very low), but upon seeing her, that day turns somehow brighter, the atmosphere and the mood elevate, soar. I am then overcome by multitudes of both sensation and sentiment, and the finely nuanced transmutations therein, which all ripple through my entire body, reaching their apotheosis in the nearly inerasable smile on my face.
Approximate Word count = 834
Approximate Pages = 3.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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