She looked at me once. Not through me, and not just in my direction; Really looked at me. There was me and there was her. There was me and her. It felt as though the universe made sense. Or that the universe didn’t matter. It was me and
She looked at me once. Not through me, and not just in my direction; Really looked at me. There was me and there was her. There was me and her. It felt as though the universe made sense. Or that the universe didn’t matter. It was me and