So this is love. I feel so delicate and fresh. I write slowly, I enjoy studying, I don't need caffeine. I love the sound of my high heels pounding on the floor. Now I dance musicless, we both do. I sleep quietly at nights, I can hold on to so much stuff now. I get new sensations, ones I cannot explain but oh boy... they're so good, it's almost like an orgasm. Make my heart stop! Seems like I don't have other memories at all.
I declare myself an addict to all of these. No more regrets nor suffering... everything minimizes down to June weddings at the plaza and he doesn't mind. I am back to my own romantic self, only now I have a reason. I'll be the best, I'll pull myself up to the sky...first because of me, and then because of this. Everyone will hear what I have to say. But for now, I'll perish. I want to go away, far into a lonely corner of my brain, just to sit there and start remembering everything I've been experiencing from day one. If only I could capture the smell, and that unspoken feeling of his beard touching my lips. That would make a better of my best.
