He always wore hoodies. Always. Some were deep blue like an open sea in the midnight. Some were black like the sky right before the sun peaks during hours your mom says you shouldn’t be out in. He even occasionally wore white, pure white, snow white. But today was different. As I waited in line to get food that seemed more edible now than yesterday, I saw him and saw fire. Raging fire. He walked in quietly but was the loudest in the room, demanding attention from any and everyone. The color vibrated off his smooth tan skin and I was astonished that he could pull off such a spicy version of the hue. Who knew a primary color could look that good?
I kept sneaking glimpses of him walking around getting food. I now was no longer focusing on his soft cherry toned sweater. I found myself getting more confused and more lost in my thoughts as I continued my own motions. Thinking of how long this moment really was, because it felt like forever. Thinking if he still remembered me from so long ago but doubting that he did. Thinking, how the hell he didn’t catch me staring or looking at him yet. Thinking how gorgeous his eyes were as he looked at me….
…OH MY GOSH he’s looking back at me! I quickly turn away and get napkins. But before fully walking out something in me told me to look again. And he still was looking. And during that 5 second moment I realized he did remember me, that he was still searching for me, that this moment was truly going to be forever. And immediately his sweater was no longer fire. His sweater was fear. His sweater was lust. His sweater was love. But I walked out before his sweater could mean anything else to me today
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