ألما

every time she walked by me, her scent pulled me in like no other ever has before. i spent all weekend tired, annoyed, jealous. all i wanted was a moment with her.

one time, she laid beside me; i could barely move, scared she might fly away at any moment.

one time, she sat next to me, asked about my sketchbook and my family. it was calm, it was almost just the two of us.

one time, we group cuddled. somehow, i landed next to her. i took deep breaths, taking her in. my brain bullied me into drapping an arm over her waist, letting a loose fist hang past her side. i wish i'd had the courage to gently grab her side with an open palm instead. i wish i'd had the courage to hug her waist. she got up.