6

There are hundreds of us. Like a sea, it rolls. People floating and drifting. In waves, faces bob in and out of view. These waters part and I see you. Like a beacon. And I'm not the only one. Others are drawn to you. The current pulls them. But like swimming against a rip tide, you are the destination- but I don't know if I'll get there. When we officially meet a few days later, standing on a sunny street, I feel you might rescue me from my turbulent stormy waters. 

7

After 6 long months the boy I love comes late to my going away party and as he leaves, finally kisses me. Sometimes I think I might have dreamt it. But in my head I see his face. His orange beard. We stand in a driveway of a house I don't know and could never find again, and I will him to ask me to stay. 

8

You write me short stories. In a tiny spiral note book and then send them, one by one to me in the mail. The act of doing so makes me love you even more. 

9

We have a habit of running into each other at weddings. I don't attend many but its happened a few times. Once we sat at the kids table drinking cocktails, flanked by younger siblings. Then at another, we wound up together at the after party in someone's hotel room. I don't know why we ever left, but we found ourselves out in the hallway together. Buzzed off the late night and the fan fare. The love. Perhaps the love we had. And left. I realize now that you and I have never graced a wedding dance floor, but that night we slow danced outside the door to the room. You held my hand to your chest and sang softly in my ear. 

10

I sit at a party, holding my drink and feel your hand on my back. We are not together. In fact, you might belong to someone else. 

11

The night I fought with my parents and cried while on the phone with you. It was late and I studied for a test that didn't matter, no matter how hard I tried. I thought I dreamt you calling my name, through my open bedroom window. Only open because it was so late in the school year. No. I heard you. When I opened my blind you were standing in my front yard, under the weeping willow and bathed in the street light. You. You, who had never been to my house walked there in the dark, past midnight, on a school night. When I whispered the question of why, you answered that you came to see if I was ok. You saved me. If only for that one moment. 

12

You walked into the bookstore and calmly roamed the isles, picking up a book now and then, checking them out. You seemed like a man on a mission, albeit not the one I expected. I might not have noticed you at all except that you were at one point the only other person in the store. When I asked you if I could help you find anything you answered, I'm here looking for you 

And you actually were.