(Previously) You could say we have some kind of ‘relationship’, but it’s not enough and it’s certainly flawed.  You could say I’m always there for her when she needs me; you could say she’s using me.  All I can think is that I want to see more of her and, as if she can hear [...]

(Previously) The third time he saw her, it was because something told him to take a detour and after, he wasn’t sure if he was happy about it or not.  Why did he only see her when she was upset?  He didn’t mind comforting her, but he longed to see her smile or hear her [...]

(Previously) The next time he saw her was at the mall. All around him, mindless souls wandered; zombies hunting for bargains instead of brains.  In amongst that sea of bodies, he saw her: she was sitting in the middle of the food court, a burger forgotten on the chipped table in front her.  Her head [...]

(Previously) It started how it always does, though never how it happens in the movies: I bumped into her in the university cafeteria line. We looked at each other with shy smiles, said ‘excuse me’ at the same time, and danced awkwardly around each other before we finally orbited out of each other’s gravity field. [...]