My love. We live in a world that distrusts feelings. Over and over we are reminded that feelings are not as important as reason, that feelings are childish, irresponsible, dangerous. We are taught to ignore them, control or deny them. We barely understand what they are, where they come from or how they seem to understand us better than we  understand ourselves. But I know that feelings matter. Sometimes they are little, like when I smell cinnamon toast and I miss my grandma. And sometimes they are huge, like when I found out my girlfriend shares her thoughts with seven other people around the world. However if you’re lucky, I mean really lucky… a feeling comes along that will change everything. I remember such a feeling and how it walloped me years ago when this girl walked into my bookstore. 

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