I don't like velvet. It makes me feel like I'm smothering. I don't know how long it's had that effect on me, but I remember wearing velvet dresses when I was a little girl.
I don't understand why I still feel the urge to run my hands across velvet when I see it. Knowing how it makes me feel, you'd think I'd run the other way when I see it - especially when sometimes just the sight of it makes me start taking deep breaths. Maybe I'm just curious to see if it still makes me gasp. It still does. And I'm sure it will the next time.