there’s a moment where your heart stops. you become, in but a moment, fully aware that you are a human being. living and breathing. it’s like when you’ve been in a stuffy, heated room and finally muster up the will-do to open the window and let in the cold, crisp air. as the first waves of February sweep over you, cooling first your cheeks and fingers then the parts tucked under heavy clothes, it’s like your entire body has exhaled. or immediately after a moment when you’ve been frightened by some loud noise only to find it was your cat. that moment. the one where you feel all those little hairs that stood on end lay down once more. somewhere between a gentle pleasure, and being scared out of your wits.
this is how he makes me feel.