Short Story

Dear girl who I once knew,

It’s a shame we never hooked up. The Lord knows I wanted to. All those times we spent hanging out [with all that tension hanging between us] we should have done something about it. I used to look at your hair or your eyes or the arch in your back and want to hold hold hold you. I would think about what it would be like to wake up with your hair tickling my face, and I’d try to figure out how I would disentangle legs without disturbing you. Just breakfast and closeness. Those could have been good times. Then things ended, high school, college, summer vacations and we were left with no time for anything more than a wistful goodbye.

Of course you probably saw things a bit differently.

3 thoughts on “Short Story

  1. Happy Birthday to the nicest guy I know.
    I am sooooooo proud of you and so happy that you were born. Have a wonderful day.

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