That's how love works, doesn't it, in moments?I'm not sure any of us love constantly.
We love in spurts, on sight of softness, or sadness, or sex:
Love-lines run along the parabolas of buttocks and tears.
David Baddiel "Time for Bed"
Elle flotte, elle hesite; en un mot, elle est femme
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