Little Bit of Love

There is much to be said about being in the arms of someone. It is like a warm blanket on a cold, winter’s night; a drop of cool clear water on a hot, sunny day. When their arms wrap around you, it is almost as if nothing can ever harm you again. You feel immortal. You lose your breath but at the same time, feel like as if you’re finally fully alive. You start believing in magic, fairytales, unicorns and that there is such a thing as happily-ever-after-all. All these feelings in a split second and then the world rights itself again and you carry on walking around as if you never felt all that. As if the floating feeling was just the same as any other and that the moment wasn’t any more important than another.

But then, after a while… you start craving for a phantom feeling that you think you’ve felt but can’t quite remember. A feeling that you know will make everything alright. And then you remember it. The warmth, the immortality, the magic and the floating.