I randomly ran into
Amator today at the bookstore and felt an instantaneous jolt of happiness course through my veins.
It is he who you love flashed across my very eyes in the moment it took me to process that he was real. Incredibly, I went from a luke-warm, but pleasant, life moment to complete and utter joy. The very occurance of such a reaction amazes me, mostly because I'm pretty much a cold dreadful fish, and that it is my professor who inspires such a reaction almost makes me want to hang my head in shame.
almost. Too bad his wife was there to spoil our reunion... I wonder if she suspects anything? No, if I weren't me, I would think it
almost impossible.
It's now almost 2AM and I cant get to sleep because I'm still basking in memory...
But something fun:
