It’s a feeling she misses.
She made lists of things she wanted to feel when she was younger, big things, small things, ice, snow, the sand at the beach, someone else’s hands holding hers, feeling her, feeling them, a feedback loop of feelings, which is what happens when two people make love.
She wanted to feel things that made her feel safe and scared and things that ripped her heart out of her chest, things that made her want to go home and things that made her want to travel, things that made her proud and things that made her regret her choices and she, like all people, slowly ticked these things off the list in her head as she lived, as the world turned until soon, there were very few things left to feel.
Hello
She believed the last thing she would feel, would be nothing, as that was nearly impossible to feel unless you were dead or hadn’t been born yet. She wondered what it’d be like to not be able to wonder
