You look up and there they are. It's like an electric charge runs through your body. You don't know them but you can;t stop thinking about them. You wonder who they are. What do they do. What are they like. Where have they been. Where do they want to go. Why they have had this instant hold on you. You're captivated. They inspire you. They challenge you. You only see the good in everything. They touch you and you feel alive. Their touch sends shivers of joy up your spine. Your mouth aches from excessive smiling. You laugh. You cry with laughter and joy. Nothing else matters as you melt in their arms.
I've felt it. You can't fake it. I deserve it. I lost it. I'll wait for it again.
So please don't pressure me, or pity me. Please don't compare me or judge me. I know what it feels like when my soul is touched. So please respect me and try to understand me. Support me and encourage me. Allow me to be me. Help me to love me.
