this sunday in particular feels magical, like the first time you kiss that person you've been crushing on forever. everything I hope for but that I feel is impossible is possible. magic is in each molecule of oxygen we breathe, weaving through our bodies and linking us to one another. the stars are re-aligning; our fates have changed today.
we were in the dining hall and you were talking when I cut you off completely. I told you that I couldn't control it, but the entire time you were talking my eyes had been searching for this boy that I see everywhere. this tall skinny boy in a tan jacket and glasses. I couldn't explain why I was looking for him at that moment, and I couldn't explain why I saw him so often- coming in to the dorms, smoking a cigarette, sitting and laughing in a sweater, looking at me.
my eyes darted to the side and my hands slapped the table- he was there in his tan leather and glasses- "that's him! oh my god! what the hell?" "Catie, you have to talk to him" "no, I can't"- we move out the door. at the front desk, Natalie whispers to me "you need to tell her he dropped something and ask which way he went." I don't miss a beat, but he's gone.
something's in the air today. it's pure. it's something that knows love is real and that it can exist between any two human beings. it's something that celebrates sex as something to be shared. it's someone that congratulates me after making out with the cute boy at the frat party. it's something inside me that knows everything will be okay.
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