May Be
"Did you like, love him?"
Her gut reaction is to simply answer no. Barely two months and no label would certainly warrant an answer of no.
But she instead finds herself thinking of the shape of his bedroom, the nights she carefully navigated his intricate metal staircase. Her mind caught on the way he had pulled her closer on street corners and kissed her on side street benches. Her answer stuck on the many blocks she walked with him barefoot, and the nights she sat perched up on her elbows asking him about his family.
There was something different about the flutter in her heart, the spark that had been returned after all this time. There was no forgetting the girl in the purple dress, on the rooftop of the bar, finally going after what she wanted. There was no forgetting him, even if she had wanted to.
"No, but I could have."
Her gut reaction is to simply answer no. Barely two months and no label would certainly warrant an answer of no.
But she instead finds herself thinking of the shape of his bedroom, the nights she carefully navigated his intricate metal staircase. Her mind caught on the way he had pulled her closer on street corners and kissed her on side street benches. Her answer stuck on the many blocks she walked with him barefoot, and the nights she sat perched up on her elbows asking him about his family.
There was something different about the flutter in her heart, the spark that had been returned after all this time. There was no forgetting the girl in the purple dress, on the rooftop of the bar, finally going after what she wanted. There was no forgetting him, even if she had wanted to.
"No, but I could have."