somewhere, through mild eye contact and firm hands that led me down stairs, i recognized something strange, something very intuitive, something that drew me, inexplicably, to him. and almost two years later, after time does its share of wear and tear, i still feel slivers of that intensity, and i feel ridiculously naive.
neither of us ever did make the first move out of some sense of moral duty. and now,
what am i doing now? am i making choices to secure myself? but shouldn't i be making sure i can still free fall?
i know if i left this alone, untouched, clean and virgin, i will never feel like this again.
but if i come and leave again, then i'll never forgive myself.
but then again.
what if i dont?
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