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Perhaps the blazing, all-consuming passion I had known…was the headiness of a first love, suffused with the foolish innocence that nothing could tear us apart. For those that came after, one tread a little slower, a little warier – after hearts had been bruised and promises broken. And perhaps, the growing warmth of my feelings…was…
Victims of brutal crimes often had very distorted memories of the event. The part of the brain that took over during an attack was the part of the brain where animal instinct lives. Fight and flight, self-preservation. It was not the orderly, logical, problem-solving, list-making part of the mind. There was no time to think…