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we were sitting with some people. you were patiently helping me find my words. you touched my hand and it made me feel dizzy, conspicuous, and red. you politely walked me home after our evening had finished, and when you casually fixed my scarf, i felt that sick, hot feeling again, despite the cold. the streets were dark and i wished we could disappear into the ground like earthworms for a while, warming the soil around us in that blind, stolen moment.

for obvious reasons, this has to be a secret. but you should know that i have been thinking about you.

(montreal craiglist-missed connections)