In the not so distant past, I recall reading this “… when love comes and hits you, there’s no way to avoid it, unless you have a frozen stone heart.”
I wouldn’t call it love. Just magic. It’s a kinda magic. The kind so true it chills your spine, freezes you and make you look again.
It’s like pulling 2 random items off entirely different shelves and then suddenly realising they fit together. And the reality hits you like a runaway train.
or perhaps like “Wham! Bam! Thank you, Ma’am!” *lol*
No force of will, no intended intentions, all real… purely coincidence. Now what are the chances of that?
