Still think of you
We met at a party a week after I got out of the hospital, and when you walked into the room, I was abruptly grateful for the fact that I was wearing my choir dress and red lipstick. I immediately was drawn to you and your floaty ways, but when you mentioned being excited to go to another party because a girl was there, I abandoned my attraction. And then, suddenly, I was getting to know you over winter break, teaching you crafts and cuddling in your bed. Suddenly, you grabbed my hand in the car and kissed the top of my head as I laid next to you and suddenly we were kissing in your room and I was staying over as we watched our favorite shows and went to the discount Chinese grocery store and met for lunch between classes. Suddenly, I fit to you somehow. At that party in February, you told me, “You don’t have to be the loudest person in the room. You’re not ruining anything — you just need to be yourself.” I buried my face in your sweater. That’s when I knew. And suddenly, it...