My heart flutters. My heart flutters like it’s got its own pair of Nutmeg Moth’s marbled wings – stuck in a rib-cage and it’s ready for takeoff. That’s how you make me feel. That’s how every single one of your BBM’s renders me; excited…

What is an appropriate reaction to all the crazy that happens to you? It happened on one of the only cold days. We sat on his balcony and watched the traffic. It was one of those days and moments that no matter how much you flip through a dictiona…