It happens so slowly.
It’s this tingling feeling that is so soft and subtle that you may not even notice it at first. Or you ignore it, because maybe it’s just something you ate or an off day or a jolt of adrenaline.
But somehow, even just a shred of this ‘wakefulness’ is enough to take root in your veins. Even a scrap of it will latch on to you and lurk there, tugging on your heart, nagging at your mind.
I am learning me. I’m learning about this hopeless romantic who is so desperately embarrassing to me.