Hello, I love you.
(How does Rebecca Hall look so seductive when she is possessive)
Liminal Loves
I was thinking: maybe I'll become one of the many little craters. Littered like careless, sloppy kisses on foreheads a best friend gives before watching you walk away into the arms of another city, this one more daring with it's affections.
Or oscillate mindlessly, the way sometimes you linger when an attractive girl shares the same train carriage as you.
"we met on a train" you imagine telling your friends at the pub
You do eventually, it's not lying - you just leave out the part where you sheepishly turn away when she smiles back at you. it was too good to be true.
Even all the possibility that hit you like a wave at the platform can't delude you into thinking that it isn't. It is much more pleasant thinking that you rejected that possibility, to mourn over the tragic loss of the could-have-been.
WOW post coming up, maybe.