Stevie Nicks reminds me of every tiny moment I might have forgotten. I lose myself in the music and thoughts of last night, knowing those not so little moments are ones I never want to forget. I will no longer be just daydreaming of the way his hand felt on my hips while we danced or felt in mine, or the way he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before, or how comfortable it is to just lie there and exist beside him. Now? Now I have so many firsts … at another’s hands … mouth … and “twig;” multiples, in fact, to recall.
