The times I have been struck I can count on one h.and. Everytime be it for 3 days or a lifetime, being struck was significant. The times were like being on the highest high, on a golden pillow, the sun shining through the lace ornate embroidered curtain blowing in the wind. Looking in her eyes everytime meant I had found the missing piece. That part of me I chased in a bottle or an ink needle. The smiles the knowing looks that we knew eachother before in previous life. I heard that theory before that I am less spiritual I believe its that chemical thing, When you talk to her your pulse races your heart skips The you have is deeper than you ever smile You develop a radar for that person in crowd you find her the smile you have is the smile in your cheeks eyes and face. Your best friend. The one that gets you with a stupid joke about a goat and a farmer when do you say the words when do you do it. When they leave you spend a day recovering getting back to real life. When they leave you try to foget them. Some times you can.