Ineffable Attraction

With the sort of anal compulsiveness that marks their emotionally shallow lives, scientists throughout history have attempted to find clinical explanations for the human phenomenon of falling in love. In recent years they have looked to chemical explanations for a behavior that has beguiled and sometimes distressed human beings throughout the history of the species. More recently they have equated the quickening of the pulse and the stirring in the loins of an individual who comes into contact with an object of desire to pheromones -- an exuded but consciously undetectable emission that will send the recipient into paroxysms of love, lust, and all the other related impulses that indicate one human being is thoroughly turning another on.
I don't know the answer to this, and I cannot pass judgment on whether or not the pheromone theory has validity, all I know is that I have always liked the trip. I have been in love in the past and I continue to be in love. The objects of my affection have rarely resembled one another in a physical sense -- I've never looked to a certain 'type'. Nor have I ever actually sought a subject for my affections. It has always just "happened", and when it has happened I have always known it has happened. And when it has happened it has always been a mutual attraction -- a mysterious signal carries across the universe and suggests that something magical is afoot. My instincts have never proved wrong. I don't do unrequited, and haven't since I was in high school. I did it then because I didn't know what the signs were. Once I learned those, I came slowly to understand the 'magic' of it all.
The question has often arisen about the validity of 'love-at-first-sight'. I think love is almost always at first sight. In virtually an instant both parties will know that there is a cataclysm afoot. It is a cataclysm that can either be ignored, or it can be embraced, but personal experience tells me you 'know' right from the beginning that the universe has altered ever-so-slightly, and however this alteration might be pursued, it has happened.
It has been said that Dante and Beatrice never once exchanged words, even though their tale is one of the great love stories of all time. How could it be a love story when they never spoke, never kissed, never made love? Quite easily. Love is only about the aforementioned when circumstances permit the physical expression. If it doesn't, or doesn't on a regular basis, it does not diminish the intermingling of two souls. That phenomenon is not something that can be explained by any science geek.