“I stood at one end of the room and watched him. Between us was a bed and a table and things in a hotel--you know, things that are anonymous and belong to no one. Like a sea or a life. And all I remember is how expensive it was. Not the room, but the feeling.”— Alex Dimitrov, theparisamerican.comTagged: Poetry, Love Poem, people in love, Writing About Love, Feeling of being in love