To the girl who once sat across a table from me:

I spent last night with you..

I sat there, an arm's length away from you, thinking how funny everything that's happening was.

Funny, how being with you can make the background cacophony of people speaking, cellphones ringing, and dinnerware clinking against each other just fade into silence, leaving only you, your voice, your laughter.

Funny, how being with you can make the cold breeze of winter months not even seem to touch me, even in the slightest. Just the simple brush of your fingers against my skin, no matter how innocent, warms me to the core.

Funny, how being with you makes me unable to taste anything. Maybe it's because my mouth is dry and my heart is in my throat. I'm nervous as a schoolboy around you.

Funny, how being with you makes me feel that everything is happening so slow, and yet so fast at the same time. Like a hundred years have just passed, in the thump of a single heartbeat.

Funny, how being with you can make even the simple interplay of the flickering candlelight and the chasing shadows the perfect lighting when it makes your skin glow, and sets my heart on fire.

Funny, how being with you can make the scent of the melting candle wax, the lingering nicotine in the air, the distinct, sharp smell of liquor, and underneath it all, that inexplicable scent: the smell of love, loss, triumph, failure, struggle, success combine into the most intoxicating and romantic scent I've ever smelled in my life.

It makes me ache right now, just thinking about it.

Funny, how being with you causes my senses ignite and go into overdrive, causing me to notice everything and nothing at the same time.

Being with you, my love. Funny, isnt it?