Super Like.

There will be times, when you thought you have it, that state of joyous contentment - and someone comes along and swipes it off the table. A little like how a scandalous secretary swipes all of it off the boss's table, but of course there is that mess after.

And that is the case for me the weekend past: I fell in what I called love. It wasn't, but for lack of a better, more accurate term, I called it love.

I fell in it on Saturday, and was trying to figure out how to get back up. It bothered me for the whole of Sunday and Monday. Today, I finally bemoaned the experience to a friend, a little like the donkey that fell into a well by itself.

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Me: Dude, I'm in trouble.

Hipster Friend: What? Why?

Me: I'm attracted to a chap from a Somewhere Else - we're good friends and I found him superbly attractive.

-snip-

Me: Ow. Heart hurts. Okay, I think I know what to do now: feel the damn thing, get over it. Make garlic mash potatoes while at it.

Hipster Friend: Yeah rip off the bandaid.

Me: (grumbling) Trust me to fall in love.

Hipster Friend: Umm love happens this fast?

Me: !

Hipster Friend: Maybe just super like.

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That's when I know it's done. I super liked that someone. Once named/defined, it's easy to understand, deal with, move on from.

I can now continue on this merry path :)

And Hipster Friend? You spell breaker! Thank you.