i met someone this summer who made me feel loverly. it was only a 4 hour span of time, where we snuck glances at each other between bites of sushi. he touched my face, cupping my cheek like a treasure, giving cause for the roar of blood in my ears as my heartbeat raced — i’m positive he felt the blushing heat under his palm.
it was, for intents & purposes, a fucking good date — a loverly date; he was courteous, attentive and above all else, he made me feel valued. but somehow it fell short. abysmally so. i don’t know what it was lacking because HELLO? it was a loverly evening with a loverly man who made me feel loverly. so wtf?
maybe the word isn’t so perfect after all.