It just felt different. It was a gentle touch and a soft kiss. The way I played with my hair in the summer breeze. I woke up with butterflies on a Monday morning. It was like my high school crush or better yet, my first love. The unforgettable, the unimaginable, the one you know is not meant to be for an eternity, but wish you could hold closely forever. I found this feeling not in a person, but in a place. There are places that I cherish more than people. Those places never disappointed me, never let me down. A place that’s always around when I’m in town.