" When we were in high school...I thought I loved you. I thought I felt that shocking warmth in the depths of my bones when you came around me. I thought I felt those butterflies fluttering and dancing from inside my stomach. I thought I felt that tingly sensation in my fingertips whenever they accidental touched yours. I thought I felt my heart beat faster than ever before when you smiled at me...I guess I never did. I must've confused it with lust"
What? Why are you telling me this?
YOU ARE READING
Kairos
Short StoryK A I R O S ( n. ) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement; also, weather. ~ " Love is never late. She knows what she's doing ", She spoke...
