So…
So I saw you today. Again.
It was nice to see you. You make me wonder.
The thought of you makes my palms sweat, I must admit. In anticipation.
You come, and your smell floods my head. It’s distinctive. It’s the strong, but soft, smell of a woman. I have always had the ability to feel it, from a distance. It has lived with me forever. I would be able to tell if a woman had just entered the room without seeing her. Just by her smell.
Then you speak, and laugh, and tell. You’re so damn pretty.
But the heart regains its normal rhythm. And the palms become dry once again. And my attention drifts.
I still want to see you. Again. But something I need to feel is not quite there.
