raininjuarez:She first met him on that painfully clear fall day on campus, sitting on the steps ou
raininjuarez: She first met him on that painfully clear fall day on campus, sitting on the steps outside of Fordham Hall. She had chestnut hair and a lemon yellow cardigan and that sweet, penetrating Honor Society smile, and she still smelled of her mother’s kitchen and her daddy’s pride. His smile, more like a smirk, frightened her a little, and his cumulonimbus voice was a threat, promising menace no matter what he was saying. And by winter break, she’d forgotten all about Our Town and her Prom King boyfriend, and even the thought of going home made her panic. As if he might not be here — as if this might not be here — when she returned. As if his words and his tongue and his rotating hips were a sort of Brigadoon that might disappear into the mist if she didn’t hold on tight. [Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you] -- source link