So once again it had been an amazing day with this girl who made me feel so comfortable, so happy, so ALIVE. The chemical processes in my brain had started their downward spiral to my heart weeks ago, to swirl and merge into something that science can't explain, something that will always let the human race continue no matter how far into the future we go. This thing, this ubitious thing called LOVE. We had talked, laughed, touched, kissed, waves of feeling washing over me and I was hoping against hope that she (Sarah Ann Hankins, I would say her name in my head over and over again whenever I would drive home from her house, slowly feeling the grin spread across my face, feel it in my heart the true indicator) would feel the same thing. Projecting with my heart my mouth was trying to say. She was the first woman to hold my hand, care about what I had to say, listen, laugh at my silliness, tender with the new frontiers I had never experienced
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