Sunday, January 29, 2012

Summer/18 years old

     Moonlight was streaming through his window.  I could see his face in the dark.  I thought about the summer before as I lay my head on his shoulder.
     "Look at the moon," I said.
     He pushed my hair back.  I wrestled with what I wanted to say, how it should sound.
     "I'm here for ten days.  I hadn't planned on seeing you," I said.
     I was trying to choose my words carefully.
     "I figured you wouldn't even know I was in town.  I planned to avoid you.............

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