Tammara Webber

I shrugged. __ guess that guys who__ never do something like that have a hard time believing some other guy would,_ I said, but I could see her point. Awareness and apologies were fine and good, but they could come too late.

I was holding the door for several girls in front of you, and I waited for you to catch up. When you reached me, you looked pleased, and a little surprised. Unlike the others, you didn't expect the door to be held for you by some random guy. You smiled up at me and said, 'Thank you.

I felt the threads of connection between us__ragile filaments, so easily snapped. Like the poem at shift into his side, we were craving to fit inside the other, and is melting and reshaping could be deeper, more resilient.