[ee-kwuh-nim-i-tee, ek-wuh-] Â
We aren’t strangers so much as pitched in passionate unrequited admiration. I long, strive, and yearn; won’t seem to settle on me in return. Much like most of my truest loves…
My natural tendency is to drift rather to extremes; straying toward obsession, attracted to overreaction. I do my best to mitigate these tendencies, but it can be difficult to temper myself at times. I do what I can to keep the manifestations of this tendency isolated to effect only me, but it is inevitable that from time to time people close enough to the fire can feel the heat of the flames.Â
We are more intimately acquainted than once we were. It seems that age, and the grace it has afforded me, Â causes it to draw nearer than before. Better yet, a patient smile, thoughtful pause, and long deep breaths seem irresistible and pull it closest yet.Â
And so the seduction continues, as I do my best to woo moderation to my side.Â
*The opposite of how most Portland residents react to snow.

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