I had forgotten about playfulness. About those instant connections that arrive unannounced with unexpected lightness.
How a handsome stranger can make you feel like a little kid again. Giddy. Nervous. Laughing at nothing and everything.
Those butterflies you thought had migrated permanently, suddenly fluttering back to life in your stomach.
Some people come into our lives for an hour and still manage to remind us that we are interesting, attractive, and worth gentle attention. That reminder alone can stay longer than the person ever will.
And that is enough.
The kindness. The simplicity of just getting along with someone. How good you feel around them. The ease of it. Like you have known them longer than an afternoon.
A gentle kiss, innocent, unhurried, can make you feel again. Not in some overwhelming, earth shattering way. Just a sweet rush of excitement. The anticipation of connection. It is not even passionate, really. It is so much softer than that.
A reminder of how much playfulness exists in life. How much lightness we forget to let in. How something so precious can be so simple. A moment that does not ask for anything more than what it is.
And somehow, that gentleness, that fleeting feather light touch of chemistry, reminds you of everything you had stopped noticing about yourself.
The person might leave. The feeling stays.
comments
No comments yet.