Gone were the days.
Ever had a feeling of butterflies in your stomach? The kind of which you wanted to time-travel to get back there? To actualize the moment and live there ‘till forever? To relive not the scenario, not the pleasure, but definitely and promptly the feeling. To experience the red blush on thy nose, the smile that boldly shows your gums and even the arteries attached to it. The happiness, in mere sense. Because people and the conscious reality might tell you that it’s just memories of yesteryear, but your heart eventually hinted you that it’s way too shallow than a memory, but in quick realization it is longing. To be with people and people with feelings and feelings with pleasure the type of which doesn’t require intercourse to experience such.I guess this is how it always should be, to be left and be bitten. And all you can do is to sit in an even not so comforting moonlight-over-you, wander, sigh, and whisper to the cold-as-you-are wind that “gone were the days”.
