part ii
And so you become world-wise in these matters. You even read books on it, compare notes with others and find that each and everyone has a slightly and even completely different experience. You hear different stories about how some men are driven mad, following women off buses, into department stores and being reduced into blithering idiots. You also hear about how some people no longer speak to each other because the experience became so offensive. As with most things, it is usual that everyone experiences something different, something intangible, evocative of emotion and memory, even nostalgia, and always, elusive in nature.
Some people are hard-pressed to describe it, simply because at times, there are no words to describe it. Others, become absolutely profound and eerily precise when speaking of their encounters. It is hard to imagine a world without it as it feeds a part of our senses and allows us to continue to live - in magic, in mystery, in fantasy in the everyday and faraway of our lives.
When you look back at it, there actually is more than one first time. Each new one you engage with has a first time. Sometimes you hardly remember the first time, sometimes the first time was better than the subsequent times after that; sometimes going back to an old one is either havoc or heaven. And quietly in the background, that first impression still lies quiet, in waiting. So sometimes when you revist the past and think on how that first time offended you, assulted your senses, you give it a second chance - this time with eyes more open, mind more accepting, senses more attuned. It either makes you leave it forever or you embrace it with open arms and profess a true newfound love for it.
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