Mine was a bus rumbling into action, about to carry me away from a young man outside whom I had lately kissed. I didn't know if I was ever going to see him again. I knew I wanted to, but life being what it is . . . So my heart was straining to burst into pieces with disbelief and my hope was the only thing keeping me together.
I still feel honored having had a chance to experience that rush of tenderness.
May life honor you with many tender moments.