hormonal imbalance

She took my breath away. The mixture of her deep blue eyes and dark hair made butterflies arise in my stomach. I was so nervous I thought I would vomit. I thought, How can I approach her? What should I say? She's so damn beautiful. My eyes grew weary from boring a hole in the back of her head, relentlessly willing her to turn around and meet my gaze. My stomach was in knots and I swear I fell in love with her right then.1

Or I was just getting my period. 2

Two weeks later I saw her again, and Aunt Flow having just left a few days before, I knew it was her that set my heart racing. Giving myself a pep talk for courage, I wove through the crowd to her side. Introductions behind us, we spent the rest of the night in a corner of that dank, musty room discovering our other halves.3

Weeks went by with only kissing and cuddling, taking things slowly. We were apprehensive about losing control, and eventually, each other. But as fate, or hormones, would have it, kissing inevitably led to more and we found ourselves adrift in a sea of sheets, gasping for air at the crest of each wave of desire, unbidden passion taking the wheel and driving us insane with lust and love.4

Or we were just fucking. Who can tell?5

Seasons came and went and we ebbed and flowed with them. I stood there as she told me she was leaving and felt my insides rip apart. A goodbye kiss and she disappeared into the night and out of my life. I lay in bed for far too long, crying, wondering, and wishing her back beside me. She was what I wanted, needed. I planned out forever and she played a major role in my plan. But forever doesn't exist when right now is all you have. I was in love, in need, in want, in everything with her.6

Or I was just dreaming. Who knows?7