Mating rituals in nature show how powerful arousal is. Dancing around, flapping like grounded pidgeon, the male can't override that hippocampus directive to spawn, man, spawn. Humans have the added ability to elevate it to love, plus the mind to figure it out using abstract thinking. I'm a bit over halfway there to understanding but the infinite ride covers the anxious about future dread malady that shrivels by focusing on right this second. It can remind you of when you had the serial move-on flaw but without concern because this love of ours is real.

Limiting the scope while maintaining the lean in automatically generates those feelings of this is fun. Still wrangling the notion with less cramping, less distraction, riding the easy agenda feels like clothes that fit.

Imagine going through the karaoke songs and instead of "you're breaking my heart 'cause you're leaving" you grab instead "you made me a better man". Projecting good outcomes.