I feel the vulnerability seeping through my pores. I feel so sensitive; I am speaking to this person with such intensity, such honesty. I am feeling incredibly embarrassed and ashamed, ashamed that although I am wearing my heart on my sleeve, it’s not good enough for someone who just doesn’t love me. I feel very lonely with my unrequited love. Exposed and unloved....
Physics tells us that if an object is perspiring, the object is hotter than the average. As one can almost see blurry lines right in front of them, creating a barrier between the object and said person, and being able to identify these blurry lines as particles of heat waves. The third law of thermodynamics is at play here, and one can only vast in its beauty....