you know that feeling of first love? when the heart goes pitter patter and you jump out of you skin at the thought or the voice or the sight of the one you admire?
I love the fact that I can still feel this.
it feels good. To harbor sentiment in the abstract and to feel like an adolescent in the pure irrational feelings of attraction that make you daydream.
it’s good to always know you can feel this for others and you can feel this again even if you wrongfully mistake yourself as broken.