The Woods at Night

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

I'm still not sure if it was a dream or not.

Submitted: September 15, 2018

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Submitted: September 15, 2018



I never imagined that we would or could ever meet. When I watched the videos, I always thought about how compatible he seemed, but I never thought there was a way. When he reached out - and I still don't know why he did - it was unreal. It was a rush. But the greatest rush was seeing his face right in front of me a whole year later. It was knowing he wanted to spend time with me. 

I've replayed snippets of both evenings we shared since they happened. I'm not an outdoors person - how did I go to the woods without a problem? I'm terrified of ultimate vulnerability, and here I am opening my brain like a book for him to read? And yes, here I am, reading pieces of his. Our arms touched at the base of the tree, and we didn't move them. A wink was dizzying. 

Oh, the feelings of detachment and attachment slamming against one another and yet existing so peacefully in me. In a way, I missed him. I didn't like that very much. Where did he go? Was that wink a week later in passing a sign of cluelessness, or a power move? A power move nonetheless, perhaps. But what does it all mean to him? Does the silence mean nothing? But those nights were not nothing. And there's so much more to know. 

I wish he'd fly down into my arms again and tell me everything. Where are you, blue boy?

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