That feeling when you’re reading a book and maybe it’s a love scene, or maybe it’s a character learning something about him or herself, or maybe it’s something that you’ve always thought but never knew anyone else thought or felt that way too, and your whole body grows warm and tingly and there are tears in your eyes… that. That’s why I read. To feel. To connect. To understand. To have my whole body warmed while I forget to breathe.
There’s these two kids in my school who are always touching somehow. This morning they were holding hands in French class and here one is fondly stroking the other’s face. When one of my bestfriends asked them if they were dating the one with the white polo just smiled while the other one started blushing really hard and just stuttered a weak “what”. (x)