When we met, I felt alive. In a really very long time. I thought to myself, surprised and awed, "How had I been leading my life without this feeling, at all?!!" I was grateful, to you, for turning me on. I even felt clumsy, but little did I care. For the first time, The zephyr inside me caused an abrupt burp. Triggered by - the kick in my gut, frequent instincts to go to the loo, crazy heartburns and those skipping beats. My vocal chords seemed padlocked, despite me wanting to say all of this out loud, the moment wouldn't allow me to, making me feel or believe, that you already knew. And then, with that last breath, that moment was gone. Preserved, down the lanes of memory. Where, only I knew - When We Met, This Is How I Felt
