yarn ***** stringing themselves over mountains & oceans, tugging me & reminding me there are people who briefly have said my name & held onto it. It's reassuring to know other people smile that I remember them; wave at cars on busy highways. I still stop to smell the salt air. I still pause at sunrise. I still turn from the cold wind & cover my ears when she yells. Stop in the silence with me; hold my hand and read my life. I want you to have a piece of me, a snapshot of my memories. You are so different from most people. You don't have an aura, just a certain way about you. To be perfectly honest, when you found me reading on the park bench (in between admiring you from beneath my lashes) my heart melted. I wrote your number in my comic book & went home to think about you. You have something in you that made me stop in my tracks. Hold onto that. xo. Sophia.