Crash

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My dad once told me a story about how he broke his nose when he was younger. He was walking along, happily, minding his own business...perfectly content. He then noticed a pretty girl walking on the opposite side of the street. He kept walking and looking. And then BAM!!!!!!!!! He crashed right into a pole. It broke his nose, and I assume his pride as well.

I immediately think of this scenario (metaphorically of course) when I think about love and relationships. Cruise control on, happiness level up, butterflies taken their rightful spot in your tummy.........and then BAM. The car crashes, your happy meter plummits, and those butterflies fly south for the winter. I would assume that the only way to keep from "breaking your nose" would be to keep one arm up, look straight ahead, and mentally prepare for that pole. Because when you don't, you'll need weeks of recovery. From now on, I'm putting on my blinders.