It was as if all my life I had been trapped at the bottom of some dark, cold pond. Every time I was with her I swam towards the surface; everytime she left I sank back down. Last night something happened, and for the first time I broke through to taste the sun, to breathe my first ragged breath.
The phrase "soul kiss" comes to mind. So does "ecstacy" and "taste of heaven."
This is what lost and lonely people search for their entire lives, chemically and carnally, and never find. This is what only a few are ever given the chance for.
Needless to say, Florida is now put off indefinately.