“Your energy feels so damn good to me.” Have you ever met someone that felt like a blanket on a cold day? Or like sitting next to a fire? Just warm. Yet, it’s almost forbidden or unavailable. It has a caution or warning label.
It’s texting, waiting for a reply while wanting to delete what you’ve already sent. Wanting to roll your eyes while smiling.
It’s a path you don’t go down, well maybe a little, but close enough for you to run back where you started. It’s like smiling and flirting while yielding. It’s treading lightly while wanting to race to see what lies ahead.
It’s so much grey when you’re yearning black and white separately. It’s glances, deep conversations and laughs while saying no to it all. It’s knowing them to the core while barely knowing their name. It’s weird. It’s not currently going to happen. It’s next lifetime.
