I can’t say the thought never crossed my mind as you sat across the room, already at ease yet vulnerable… The sunlight catching your eyes, the blue startling in its intensity. I can’t imagine you didn’t feel the electric tug between us, as you asked the questions he already knows the answers to. But the electric tug fizzles and fades when pulled too far, and I know just how many drops this glass will hold before it overflows and ruins everything.
Hey, how was that for some uber bad writing? Bleh.
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