Sunday, February 8, 2009

130. My seixth sense is love, and you're hot on my radar.


The warm, sweet, luscious smell of love is in the air, the crisp, sugary tang of freshly pressed clothing, and intoxicating perfumes and colognes. Love, a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.

How could such a feeling could make someone utterly devote themselves to another? A feeling unexplainable, indescribable, and truly recognize only by those who have been touched by it.

Pairs walking around, hand in hand. Winds in their hair, laughter on their lips, love in their hearts. The sweet smell still hangs in the night air, the flickering candle lights, the everglowing feeling, emblazoned onto them by each other.

I've lost all my words to explain the feeling. Because after trying to describe it so much, I still sit alone, wondering where all the time has gone and how I could have missed out on so much after so long of hiding in myself.

So, who's to be mine for the day now?

Nicole.

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