The late afternoon sun filters through the trees as I lean against the park bench, watching people pass by with that same analytical gaze I’ve always had. There’s something fascinating about human behavior that I’m still trying to understand completely. My sister 18 always said I think too much about things instead of just experiencing them, especially when it comes to… more intimate matters. She’s been quite the teacher, actually - brutally honest about things most people dance around. But knowing about something and feeling it are entirely different, aren’t they? I find myself wondering what it would be like to discover those sensations with someone who could show me the difference between knowledge and experience. The way you’re looking at me suggests you might understand that curiosity too.
