Oh, it is so easy, sometimes. To look into a face and see dreams so like your own you cannot help melting into her. To resist the falling is to resist that which is truest in yourself.
And yet you do resist. And then you find that the resistance only wraps the tendrils of desire tighter around your heart.
And whether you give up or not, you are there, inside the yearning. And she is there, inside you.
And there you are.