Observation No. 2
You didn’t know me yet. You were caged in the back corner of the coffee shop, mafia spot. No one would ever dare sneak up behind you anyway, with your back arched, feline flexibility. When I first felt your beauty, when I first felt your rhythm, I knew our hearts beat to the same drum. It’s a fairy tale notion that love occurs at first sight but what about first feel? I watched as you fiddled with...