It dawned on me that whenever I wrote, I had the same feeling inside of my body as when I thought of him.
A warm and fuzzy feeling in the chest, like a bee flying against the window. Something excited, something that needs to get out.
It dawned on me that whenever I wrote, I had the same feeling inside of my body as when I thought of him.
A warm and fuzzy feeling in the chest, like a bee flying against the window. Something excited, something that needs to get out.