There was still snow on the street as I stepped out of my building, but there was summer in the air. I was still wearing my winterjacket and a few other layers underneath but it felt like a careless night in the middle of August, intoxicated with some strangely intense feelings to a stranger.
The colors are more vivid. My senses are sharpened.
Is this all because of him? Is this all because of his smoky vetyver like smelling neck that I got a stolen olfactory glance only?
It s not a crush. It is not this maddeding passion I feel. It is my heart blooming, it is my soul cheering and my mind opening.
I feel alive.
Friday, March 15, 2013
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