I’ve been doing everything I possibly can not to write about you.
I shut down my computer. I make more plans. I thwart my own desire to write.
I don’t tell friends your name, I won’t introduce you. I put your flowers on the coffee table and stuffed the hand written note into the top left drawer of my dresser. Then suddenly, in a moment of recklessness, yanked it out and put it in my purse.
Unbeknownst to you, for the last two weeks I’ve been carrying your words, your crooked k’s and i’s dotted far to the left, everywhere I go. I know I’m falling for you. I’m fighting it every step of the god damned way.