i got a parcel in the mail from one of my old favourites.
you know that feeling where your heart actually fills up with something giddy and weightless?
hazarding a guess here i'll call it love. with not even one notch of flippancy or sarcasm.
to me, bridget is one of my great loves. i suspect she induces that feeling in all who meet her, but i like to think that on some level i am special to her. bridget is honest and adventurous in a way that i might never be, and the respect and admiration i have for that fact could fill up many balloons and fly them away.