My heart skipped a beat.
The kind of fluttering you feel when you recognize an old love, or when you drink one too many cups of coffee, or when you're presenting in front of an intimidatingly big audience. It's never been a bad feeling for me - it reminds me that I'm still alive. Our hearts simply remind us that we're still able to feel excited, embarrassed, in love, or even nervous in unfamiliar situations.
This was different. Nostalgia rippled through every beat of my heart as I stared out across the waves, my normally steady heartbeat flickering in ecstatic recognition. It's strange, isn't it? My heart insisting that it can remember this specific place, one I've never been to before. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before: the truest sense of belonging.
Home.
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Flight Risk
Romansa"I've never felt this intense feeling of belonging before. A nostalgic hammering on my heart that ricochets through my entire body; screaming that this place, one I've never been before, is home." Jessica Jackson: the newest member of Redwood Univer...
