I DO miss the stereotypical things... because PTSD and FSD have taken so much of them from me... been feeling dead and numb for so long... would like to just feel again and feel easy... butterflies in the stomach... the thrill of anticipation... the little giddiness... melting when she puts her arm around you... the warmth of a hand wrapped around yours... the solid comfort of a shoulder to rest against... feeling intoxicated on another person... I'll never get back the idealism and hope of my youth... but gosh experiencing the sweetness of some of these feelings... last night i was feeling them again... they are lovely. They generally lead to pain, of course, but... at least they prove I'm still human, still alive.
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