I spoke to an ex-lover last night.
Her eyes were large and curious and her smile was as crooked as it has always been.
She talked about stalking me on Facebook and we laughed about how so much has changed and yet we both still talk about sex more than is socially acceptable.
There was something sparked in me during the conversation.
I feel it when I get snot & tears vulnerable; I feel it when I’m with friends that knew me when I was chubby; I feel it when in the face of a beauty that I cannot reason.
I want to call it love but I am no expert.