I heard someone on the bus today say that this guy had gotten under her skin.
And it struck me as a remarkable thought that somebody could affect you so deeply they'd always be a part of you.
Theres an image that goes with that phrase: Something fluid and warm that starts at your heart and spreads all the way out to your fingertips and your toes, carried by the blood.
This girl on the bus, she said she couldn't stop dreaming about this man. She said she wouldn't be the person she was now if she hadn't met him.
Under the skin she said,
And I started thinking.
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you write really beautifully
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