a steaming caramel apple cider from starbucks. if you haven't tasted, you are in for the divine.
a backscratch, morphing into a deep lovely massage with tidbits of tickles.
pride & prejudice. or you've got mail. some wonderful girly romantic movie to reestablish my belief in the possibility of love and magic.
kissing. oh, how i crave kissing some days. today is one of those days.
the problem with this craving is i don't just want kissing. i want more. no, not sex-- i want love and adoration to accompany the kiss, or even a gentle but firm infatuation. i wish that this future kiss of mine will be perfection, or at least give me hope in future evolvements-- that the mystery boy will intertwine his hand with mine, twirl my brunette hair, and unleash butterflies as he looks in my eyes before the inevitable lip contact.
is it too much to ask, for that to happen, twice in one lifetime? i miss it, so.
the kissing. but mostly the magic of huntman.and while i have casually dated a handful of gentlemen {in the past year-ish}, i haven't felt the electrostatic kinetic energy surging with them. it's been a gentle buzz, or sometimes. . . nothing at all.
i don't want to fall into the trap of neutrality again. indifference is behind me. i want to be positively certain in the force of attraction between me and future mystery man.
because the linger of gum-stealer's taste on my lips (from awfully long ago) still unsettles me and must be quelched.
the philosophers are accurate that the best things in life can't be bought.
but in the meantime,
i'm going to starbucks.
*according to neurobiology {which i am nerdily loving}, the insula is where cravings originate from.
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