There is a lightness, a quickening, a wonderful buzzing that even small crush connections can bring.
I love them even if they are short-lived, a fleeting moment that flares, then disappears as quickly as it started. And most of them are just that: a flurry of interest that hits a peak and then fades quietly away.
That doesn’t diminish the pleasure I get from them. They wake up my synapses in delightful ways, stirring up parts of me that are often dormant, reminding me that all that fire and heat is still there just waiting to be activated, and I adore that.
Some are intellectual connections, some emotional, some purely an appreciation for the physical. And most are a mix-n-match of these, a colourful grab-bag of different flavours that I will greedily shove into my mouth and suck the life out of before the half-empty bag is snatched away.