It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.
hubris, n. Every time I call you mine, I feel like I'm forcing it, as if saying it can make it so. As if I'm reminding you, and reminding the universe: mine. As if that one word from me could have that kind of power.
The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.
I feel the universe is telling me something. And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.
We love and we feel and we try and we hope.
It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.
And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.
It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.
Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?