I'm a straight female, but here goes. I'll have to tell my story to explain.
I had my first date with Nick at the station. He was interesting, sorta like a close friend, except there was something else in the air, something I couldn't define. The station was deserted. Slowly, yet suddenly, I could only see him. I was hanging on every word he spoke. I couldn't move. Butterflies filled my stomach. I was giving him direct eyecontact, because I could. Everything seemed happy, (NT's use the word 'rosy', which is exactly right) everything seemed 'soft,' tender, romantic. I was lost in his eyes. We kissed. Right there, on the station. I didn't want to let him go, didn't want to lose him. There was nothing sexual there, except for this feeling of "OMG, I want to know him, I want to hold him forever!"
Now, since I haven't seen him, I feel so lonely it hurts. I get little flash-backs, memories hitting me at random times, and it hurts. I want to see him again.
It's really hard to explain. Perhape you haven't been there, it's just been lust, but yeah, take what you need.
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.
Henry David Thoureau, 1854