The thrill, the rush, the fascination. The curiosity, and seemingly never-ending intrigue, mystique of it all. Strangers, bordering on friends. It was a furious game of tag.

It may seem like I'm just throwing adjectives for the sake of nothing. But seriously, that's how I felt and what I experienced last year.

This year, in comparison? The thrill, and the rush, gone. Intrigue and mystique replaced by comprehension and understanding, which border on assumptions. The growing awareness of normality. Friends, bordering on best friends. Best friends, bordering on partners. Stability and lukewarmness. Which, I guess, isn't necessarily a bad thing. Are you aware?

So tell me, where do I go from here?

A/N: Some people wonder where I find the time to post on my blog. This is my therapy. I love to read, and I love to write. And I find solace in doing so. And perhaps I express myself much better in written words than in spoken ones. Sometimes I struggle to find words when I try to express my feelings verbally to someone. But when I write, it seems to flow. I think there's some kinda blockage in the neural connections between my word bank and my aural communication functions.

But yes, stop guessing, this is who I am.