He texted me during math class. I caught his eye. We met for coffee. Classes over, we went to my place; proved one plus one makes three.
“Christ what a long story,” thought Mike silently as he decided never to call this pretty, dull girl again.
Amy and Jan tussle over a granola bar Amy refuses to share, reducing it to crumbs. Suddenly a different hunger takes over. They kiss.
They are silhouetted against the western sky. He’s teaching her to fly a kite. I know when I’m not wanted, but I’m staying anyway.
“You’ll love Penny,” I told my then-new boyfriend. We were introducing each other to family and pals. So sad, he did.
“You’re just a baby,” he said in his twenty-four-year-old glory. “What could you know of making promises, at twenty?”