Falling in love with her was like eating of Eden’s forbidden fruit. Such raw and impossibly perfect beauty was already salacious to the eye and imagination, but to taste it firsthand brought a new wave of elements for the senses to get caught surfing through–it was new, it was awe-inspiring, and it was exhilarating.
Once that sensation faded, though, and the tidal wave descended back into the endless ocean, the feeling had been washed away. New knowledge and memories were gained, but the high from the surf was gone, and, with it, the wonder existing before the fruit was tasted.
(note: I realize that I have been gone for an abysmal amount of time–personal stuff in addition to writer’s block can be a doozy. I want to update more often on this thing, and am staring by challenging myself to write 100 word short subjects for 30 days as both an outlet for myself and to hone my writing skills. Feel free to critique, make suggestions, or anything of the like. Glad I can be back!)