It’s nice to know that you have the same effect on me that you did a year and a half ago. Some form of contact from you elicits this ridiculous reaction from me: I know it’s crazy, I do. But my chest tightens up in that funny way and I smile because you want to talk to me. And, dammit, I realize each time how very much I am still in love with you.
Here’s to hoping it gets easier.