We met last night. She was glowing and she asked me for a light. I told her she didn't need it, but gave it to her anyway. In the flame I saw the violet lost in her eyes.
She was awkward and it was sexy. I was awkward and it was oafish. But she smiled at me and opened her mouth and out came all of the words I'd wanted to say, but could not.
Then we wouldn't shut up. Two or three hours of cigarettes and laughter and butterflies. Plus one cup of coffee, which we shared.
She told me she was crazy, and I said the feeling was mutual. I don't think she got the joke, but I know I understood I was stepping into something deeper than I'd expected.
She said she was going out on a limb, and I told her I'd follow her.
There is so much hope in possibility, there is so much failure in reality. But I said I'd meet her for coffee anyway, and when we said goodnight it was as if I'd never in the history of all my bullshit flirtings and coming-on-tos ever said goodnight before.
I was euphoric.
Then today came, and I went to the coffee shop, and she stood me up.
Fucking bitch.