I could live off the memory of your kiss, the feel of your skin against mine. I’ll smile at the memory of your laugh and the way that, for a few hours, you pretended like I was the center of your world.
The last few years, I’d forgotten how good that felt. I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone’s attention or even to want it.
But damn if it doesn’t feel good. For the first time in ages, I’m awake.
And now that I’ve had a taste, you’re all that I can think about. When my day goes badly I remember our first kiss, our second, our third. I smile to myself until the day melts away and like magic I feel better, like nothing can touch me with the memory of you still fresh in my mind.
How could I have lasted so long without this? How could I have tricked myself into thinking I didn’t want it?
There’s no feeling in the world like a new crush, no comparison of equal measure. I’m tingly all over and you’re the only one to blame.