It was amazing. That is the only way I could describe it. The sensation of the coldness, while feeling so warm was so intense.
I shall never forget that moment.
I remember well.
The cold winter night. Still, the wind that burned my cheeks moments before could not penetrate my barrier. I was safe. For now.
I never knew such a thing existed. Always read about it. But those stories were not for my eyes to see. Children maybe, but not me. The mind should not be filled with such nonsense of fairytales and whatnot.
Such things in real life cannot happen, no matter how hard the mind and heart might look. Fairytales are not real, so they should not be treated as such. Yet little minds need something to ponder on when nothing seems to be going right. This is where fairytales go wrong.
I cannot shake this feeling. The feeling of warmth is so close to me, as if she hasn't yet left.
Why have I not felt it before?
What shall I do? I have not been in this situation; therefore I am not an expertise in this subject. I hardly know the meaning of this utterance. How can I possibly overcome it?
Father says that this is rare. Very rare, indeed. Most people think they have this symptom, yet there is no hope for them.
Harsh, I know. But, who am I to judge my father?
He tells me to treasure it. To enjoy this 'wonderful' experience. But I cannot understand what is going on. How am I going to treasure such a bizarre thing such as this?
I have always lived in a world of impair. How has such a thing as this come into my life?
Most people call me many things that I am not.
Stoic
Anti-social
Quiet
A freak
I have always listened to these people. Never thinking for myself. My self esteem was always low. I could never go out in public without wondering what the people on the streets with were thinking about how I look.
I realize now that I was never any of those things, I only let other people tell me I was. I was just… Different. That was all.
I am not the only one who thinks I am different in a good way. So does the one who has caused all this confusion on my part.
I don't know if I should be mad at her, or thank her.
I am still confused, and I still ask my father. He tells me there is only one thing I can be feeling. The one thing that never happens in real life. Only in fairytales. I do not understand.
What is love?
Oo~oO~Oo~oO~
S.A.M
