Nobody In Particular
Nobody reads this, I'm assuming. Which is all right with me, because then I can go and write stuff that I'd never be able to Facebook. (Facebook is now a verb. Yeah.)
So... it's just so strange. Your first love is never your first love. Your first kiss is never your first kiss. Your first anything is never really your first... because there's always something better along the way. Nobody stays together forever, and nobody loves you and only you. But you can try.
Five days can make up for a whole three months.
It's not that delirious-kind of happy. It's just a remote feeling that you get in strange places throughout your body. Your neck. The inside of your elbow. A sparkly feeling around your toes and fingers.
Anyway.