Attraction is weird. It flares in the eye of a stranger and stirs the senses. Reflexively a stretchy elastic band encloses you with that person across the room. It just happens, is felt. A tactile heat that warms in a cursory moment.
Should you reach out to touch it, you wonder? Risky business, I say! Risky. For in the act of bridging the distance, of actually approaching to speak, or dance, or communicate in some way, the attraction is unveiled. Its moved into the glaring light.
In the starkness of the glare, the spontaneous chemistry that beckoned may dissolve into flatness, or be the beginning of something delicious. No way to know in advance. Don’t hold back, risky be damned! Reach for it with soft, tender hands.