I'm A Crazy Feral Bitch and There's Nothing Wrong With That.

Feeling your Feelings is Hot AF

It’s not that I don’t go absolutely fucking crazy anymore. I do. It’s just that, instead of thinking about the crazy, I feel it. The feminine doesn’t resolve issues through the mind. She resolves them by feeling the emotion coursing through her veins.. 

Earlier this evening, after getting home from a small, yet still somehow overstimulating Christmas party, I sent Luke a text. 

“Grrrrrrrrrr.”

I didn’t have words, but I was feeling things. 

“Prey tell,” he said.

I’m not sure if it was a typo, but it was certainly appropriate. 

“I’m feeling overwhelmed, and kind of feral.” No explanation. No story. 

A door opened. 

Luke and I are rendezvousing tomorrow after nearly a month of not being together. I wonder if it is my system suddenly feeling equipped to let the pain of missing him me like a brick, knowing tomorrow he’ll hold me. Heavy on my heart it sunk in. A deep ache, my yearning to feel the depths this man. To feel his breath, his skin, his heat. To feel his lips, his eyes penetrating me. His…