you_kissed_my_cheek perfectly_chaotic I was not even expecting it. There we were sitting at the bar last night, conversing about poetry and piano lessons. I shared with you one of my newest poems about giving gifts and how hard it can sometimes be. You were right on the money about the poem being about trying to find my mother the perfect gift and realizing that such a gift cannot be bought. I was flattered when you told me you wished you could give the poem to your own mother. Your words about how your mother gave you life and that nothing could ever truly pay off that debt reminded me of Billy Collins "The Lanyard". This sent my mind spiraling about other poems written about being jealous of other people's words and reminded me of another poem I recently wrote about my own such jealousy caused by not expressing my jealousy first... I told you there were so many things I wanted to share with you. I tried to share some of them but was overwhelmed by the increasing tempo of my heart as it filled my body with a downy blanket of cheery glow. Granted, the alcohol probably did not help me verbally express myself, but the body language and chemistry between us felt so intoxicating. As you kissed my cheek my heart skipped a beat and began feeling bubbly like the tickle of explosions of champagne jumping from the glass to greet the nose. Today I wonder to myself, did you feel the same way when I returned the gesture? I am so excited by this all that I am unsure if I am seeing it all clearly. From my understanding, you will be at my friend's Bohemian X-mas party tomorrow night. Do I dare try to clarify what is going on? 101224 what's it to you? who go blather from