Posted by: chibimagic on: February 27, 2012
One day, at dinner, “If this doesn’t work out I think we should date.” K looks suprised, her face lighting up with the prospect of gossip. “Who are you dating?” she asks him, excited. “No one,” I reply for him. “Oh.” She looks at me. “Who are you dating?” “No one,” I reply. “Oh.” She [...]
Posted by: chibimagic on: February 25, 2012
“Where are you?” The question pulls me back. “You suddenly looked so far away,” M says almost accusingly, a trace of hurt in his voice. “Come back to me.” I smile and draw in close again in his arms. “I’m right here.” He strokes my hair as he looks down at me. “So many thoughts [...]
Posted by: chibimagic on: February 16, 2012
One can trace the threads of thought through a screen of frazzled existence. It’s sunset on the second floor of a popular coffee shop on a crowded street. It’s a moment of quiet reflection and longing. It’s too much: cooped up at two 3′ x 3′ tables with 3 coworkers for 6 straight hours. The [...]
Posted by: chibimagic on: February 8, 2012
Stepping into the elevator at work, catching an unexpected whiff. It’s not his scent, or that of anyone I’ve been with recently, but it’s dark and musky and reminiscent of happiness long ago. I revel in it, forgetting for a moment my truffle, thick and chocolatey on my tongue. It’s Wednesday afternoon, middle of the [...]
Posted by: chibimagic on: February 6, 2012
By some luck or happenstance or fate conspiring, four evenings of events with him are lined up in a row. It’s mildly excruciating, seeing him so frequently. Gazing at his form standing across the room, partly obscured by other partygoers; sitting in a group at dinner, his face fuzzy in the periphery of my vision; [...]
Posted by: chibimagic on: February 4, 2012
Confusing, to meet him in the wake of driving. Heart racing, every muscle tensed, hyper aware of each breath and movement. Confusing, too, to drive him in her car. A million little steps to think about and worry over in his presence. All the adrenaline and stress of learning stick gets muddled up in her [...]
Posted by: chibimagic on: February 3, 2012
Starry-eyed, bright, hopeful, flittering from one obsession to the next, falling easily in like through hummingbird days. A quiet awkward boy in a coffee shop compliments her socks, and her heart lurches and trips against her ribs. Next time she’ll strike up a conversation. Next time, she thinks each time. At dinner with friends, she [...]
