a subtle brush-back of my hair, a glance there, a shy look-up and a soft smile as i read an intellectual book-
i adjust my blouse, absentmindedly stirring the iced coffee between my fingers decorated with polished acrylic nails-
as my eyes stray beyond the reading material-
they linger on the couple engaged in an embrace on the sidewalk with grinning faces.
my lips curled into a ghost of a frown, eyes dropping back down
my narration stops
my internal monologue begins
as i question for the hundredth time that day
what i was doing wrong
to not be in that place
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 4:34 AM UTC
a subtle brush-back of my hair, a glance there, a shy look-up and a soft smile as i read an intellectual book-
i adjust my blouse, absentmindedly stirring the iced coffee between my fingers decorated with polished acrylic nails-
as my eyes stray beyond the reading material-
they linger on the couple engaged in an embrace on the sidewalk with grinning faces.
my lips curled into a ghost of a frown, eyes dropping back down
my narration stops
my internal monologue begins
as i question for the hundredth time that day
what i was doing wrong
to not be in that place
it often feels 'wrong' to not be dating/to have not dated.
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