A first kiss. Sunshine on fresh snow. Letters in the sand. The feel of grass between toes. Standing chest to chest. Cheek to cheek. Pressing lips on lips and inhaling each other. Perfect skipping stones. A gentle breeze. Autumn leaves crunching beneath feet. The touch of a hand. The feel of skin on skin. A …
I’m an extrovert. A socially anxious, obsessive compulsive, slightly neurotic, extrovert. I know being introverted is all the rage these days. But I’m doomed to be, as usual, on the wrong side. I love people and can be around them all day if they’d let me. I’m aware that at least three-quarters of my friends …
