Sometimes I need a moment, space, to process my emotions. Like this morning, when I had to stand in the toilet cubicle just to breathe. It’s weird; these feelings. I understand physical attraction, had crushes and definitely been “in love” before, but this is so different. Is it age? Is it lived experience? There’s no butterflies in my stomach but my heart does swell. There’s no emotional tussle but a sense of calm bliss. I’d describe it as feeling safe, connected and ‘floaty’. I find myself yearning for you, to see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to say so much and nothing at all. And then it embarrasses me. But also, I want to grab every stranger and convey my truth. I guess this is what it’s like when it feels so right and it is right (if that even makes sense).