I felt it, I still feel it, and by golly it wasn’t my imagination this time! I can’t stop thinking about the last time I saw you. It was such a warm feeling when you got up close to me, just directly behind me… which you always seem to manage to do in some way or form without it even being obvious. It felt wonderful, I had to fight the urge to lean back into you and just enjoy the feeling. It didn’t make me anxious or scare me this time… it just simply felt comfortable. Oh wait, maybe there is a heater vent directly above where we were standing… maybe it was just a coincidence that you were standing directly behind me when it kicked on… maybe it really was my imagination. But I’d rather Believe my fantasy.