I used to wait for you to appear in the crowd, marveling at how easy it was to find you no matter what you were wearing, no matter how far away. Sunglasses, different jacket, head down or up. As soon as you crossed Monroe you were always glowing in all that drab bustle.
Bombshell.
My heart couldn’t take it. Mortared by the sight of you. The thought of you.
I could find you in the fucking dark.
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