Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see love—not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.
You know how it feels right before a tornado hits? I mean when the sky’s still clear, but the wind’s starting to cool off and change direction. You know something’s coming, but you don’t always know what. That’s how things feel to me right now.