seven days

it’s been seven days…
and i still can’t stop thinking about it. it isn’t so much what happened as much as my reaction.
(nor is it about him, not entirely anyway).
the clarity.
the courage.
the pride and happiness as a result.
i would be lying if i said the company didn’t help, but it’s that feeling.
that elation- the giddiness.
i want it back.
those flashes, the ones that crept up at the most inopportune of times- on the subway, at work, in meetings, in class. i especially want these back.
that sudden sense of possibility is in fear of slipping away.
i don’t want to lose the girl from last monday night,
i fell in love with her.

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