Attraction is a small and fragile thing. We started with stolen glances, in crowded halls, across a coffee shop. I was glancing (I hoped he was glancing).
It was hard, we lived in a rushed way. We were on schedules, we had routines. I had doubts about having a boyfriend but they fell away, like leaves fall off trees.
Iβd been warned, "donβt saddle trouble."
But finally, feeling that we were deserving of loveβs rich value, we came together, as marble-hearted sinners with the serpent's contempt for Godβs stable order.