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I love the word “bright”
I love forest green. Emerald.
I love the overwhelming - the hidden, the quiet, the demure - elements of nature. It’s creatures, details, textures, scents, shadows. Shapes and colors and imagery.
I love the sound of my name, in the special timing of the right lips. The jolt-to-the-heart.
I love the air in a breath of the perfect first day of spring.
I love the sounds my feet make, when I’m walking alone, in a place I adore, in the moment. The awareness.
I love picking up what reminds me of a loved one. The thought process. The sincerity.
I love not being able to talk to someone without laughing.
I love fingertips. Every fragile detail of careful hands. Skin, tendons, bones, scars.
I love the comfort of someone you’ve grown close enough to for comfort.
I love lift-hugs. I love long hugs. I love hugs that bandage my ribs.
I love spontaneity.
I love the distinct feelings involved in travel. Those of freedom.
I need truth. I need to feel constant.
Always making myself the top-arms, in a hug. Subtle dominance.
January 16, 2011
i feel like i trust people easily, but not to the extent where i can confidently accept their affinity for myself. things bother me so easily.