I'm almost alive.

It feels great to have someone make your heart race 1298958947593759 miles per second.

Playful banter.
Shenanigans.
Parody.

I've learned to let go of all the hate and anger in my heart.
Just thinking of him makes me feel better.
It's nothing serious, really.
It sure ain't love.
It's just the feeling I get whenever I see him.
I feel like a little girl again, heart fluttering and all that jazz.
He makes me feel visible. After so many months of feeling inexistent in this world, being noticed feels like one hell of a rush.

Alive.