i was going to write about this girl i met downtown, we’d walked into each other, much too busy on our phones to oh, look out! and we laughed, i think she may have giggled and i blushed from only looking at her. she had the softest face, a rare sort of friendliness surrounding her and yet i am sure she’s my femme fatal. i was going to write about her, i am writing about her, but i left it on a comma somewhere since she broke my heart and all.

and then i started writing about this boy, a lad i met in the library because we both started way too late on our essay. we started talking while waiting in line in the cafe, i ordered a black coffee and he ordered the sweetest one on the menu. we bonded over staying up way too late, trying so hard to write anything coherently. he had a fresh face, i’d never seen anything like it and he couldn’t stop talking. i thought it was the coffee at first, but when we met again, he was just as talkative. i might have left him somewhere still talking someone’s ear off.

there was another one, and then another one, and then another one (that left me their favourite lipstick, i still wear it sometimes) and then it stopped. there wasn’t another one anymore, i quit writing, i couldn’t count my fingers really. i walked all funny or simply started to run all of a sudden. we never got to talk and i couldn’t quite grasp the image of you. oh, look out! it seems i was merely daydreaming.