there is something a little overwhelming about being loved.
it is like—
the melting sugar in my peppermints: sweet, envelops my tongue, sits nicely at the bottom of my heart.
the softness at the pads of my fingertips, tracing each little stitch, each piece of fabric. i imagine how warm it can be.
the smell of burnt marshmallows. something caramelized. vanilla bean, milk powder. melted ice cream, lingering perfume oil.
the sound of laughter. the words that are said. everything in between them. i repeat each one to myself, in my mind.
it’s overwhelming.
there is so much in love.
