parking lots and parties.

With no intention, and a certain subtleness, she controlled my thoughts all day. This evening was amazing, for reasons that need not be stated. I can’t put to words what she says with her eyes. I remember her black hair and blue jeans in a parking lot with a few other faces. I remember how her face was the only one worth remembering. I remember how I told myself that it would never work out the way it did. I’ll happily eat my words.