A wise and cynical friend of mine has always maintained that one's IQ drops thirty points when they fall in love, and I admit, she is right. The vacant, unerasable grin. The wandering thoughts. The preoccupation with every singing bird, every flower along the way, every sunset, every starry night. Suddenly, the whole world is about the feelings that fill the heart... and empty the head. |
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