What is this feeling? This light, fluttery feeling in my stomach. Of sweaty palms, and shy, awkward smiles. Of both excitement and nervousness. Of longing and missing. Of compulsively checking to see if you've responded. Of feeling sad when you have to leave and can't stay another thirty minutes to talk. I haven't felt this way in so long, I'd almost forgotten it can exist again and again. I don't know if I should forget about it, or trust it and hold on to it and see where it will lead me. I don't think I'm ready yet, but nevertheless, you make me feel okay.
Its all her warmth, but with a different scent. A new set of limbs to embrace. A new face.
mkp.
