when i grow up, i want to remember that i always wanted to be about a thousand different things; that one lifetime didn't seem nearly enough. when i grow up, i hope it's at the very end when it doesn't matter anymore anyway

Monday, March 1, 2010

Most said it would be like this. Sudden. Breath taking. But more importantly - at a moment when I'd forgotten about looking for it - an instant when I'd given up on the finding.

It came rushing full force, like a warm humid breeze on a summer's morning; feelings brimming, skin clammy, muscles calm. And then there was the way he kissed me. It was laced in honesty and character, causing a shutter much like a rather girlish crush. Perhaps it was the softness of his lips or the gentility with which he held me as the winter air caught short my breath. Regardless, it felt good, trustworthy - like nothing I've allowed in years. Comfortable. Easy.

It came over me like a warm humid breeze, a breeze I want to pocket and keep. A breeze I hope keeps finding its way towards my direction.

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