Posted on May 31st, 2009

Sometimes I can barely remember what it’s like to feel those sparks, where nervousness dances on your skin, and your throat drops into your stomach leaving you without words, and your pupils dialate to the largest measure unheard of — all for this one person who doesn’t even realize that they’re the reason for this quiet explosion of emotion.

Sometimes, I miss that.. but then you walk into the room and suddenly, my mind and body remembers every little bit of it. It looks like all it takes to make it all come back is just the sight of you.


Source: poem - Haute like couture, pictures - unknown (sorry)