Matters of the heart.
Emotions are emotions. Statistics are statistics.
Ever since summer started, it’s been a whirlwind. A whirlwind of sexual appeal, of sexual tension.
It’s been such an abundance of a whirlwind that I have lost count. Of memories. My mind palace is really truly saturated.
Over the course of these months, I have had the opportunity of meeting individuals. Of putting together together little pieces instead of taking the pieces apart.
With time, comes practise . With time, comes experience.
I am not formidable. See, there’s this formidable feeling you wake up with. You can feel it in your muscles.
It is a nagging feeling. It is a push. It is a pull that you wonder about as you try to put together your emotions.
You can be spontaneous, you realise. You can be selfishly spontaneous.
In the heat of things though, there are triggers that set you off. These triggers are real, very real.
Sometimes, they notice it. Sometimes, they do not. When they do notice, the fragility comes out.
The fragility takes over. The fragility strips you of your confidence. The fragility oozes out of every pore.
Fragility in your eyes. Fragility in your actions. Fragility in your thoughts.
It is an act of giving to the deepest degree. It is an act that we do not think twice about.
So when you say ‘It’s okay.’ It’s a trigger that sets me off. It’s a trigger that brings me back to myself.
It’s a trigger I am grateful for in the presence of you.