something still makes a difference to me

to know that certain people's existence and written words still cause a skip of the beating of my heart is so strangely significant and yet very endearing. i am mortal, nothing more than flesh and blood. of course. but i've been so skilled in managing my emotions and feelings to the point of sometimes, if not most of the time, coming near to numbness. anyway, the fact that certain things/existences still make a difference to me is basically positively affirming- it affirms that i am human.