Being cuddled firmly and having my hair stroked/played with by a guy for whom I've got strong feelings (which, sadly, is pretty much any guy who I find attractive and who actually gives me the time of day - no wonder my handful of so-called "relationships" have been utter disasters... ), is akin to what I'm guessing it must be like to be on drugs. As I've never tried "hard" stuff, I'd not know, but it's complete, almost debilitating bliss, for me.
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Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
~Steve Jobs