again.

same man.
different show.

the first time it was raw + pure.
i was touched in a way that i had never
been touched before.
i couldn't speak + tears wouldn't stop
falling from my eyes.
he touched me.
he changed me.

i became a fighter.
my very own cheerleader, believing
that i would change the world.

he did + he touched me...
so i would too.

....
this time the intimacy had lifted.
with us being in a bigger city...
and having more people surround us,
i was distracted.

it just wasn't the same.
i do still feel his tenderness from the first time +
i am changing the world.

...it only took one time.