Attraction

Love image1

I.

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Love is about more

Than attraction

.

It’s holding hands

For a moment longer

Before you go down separate aisles

In the grocery store

Planning to meet back

In the bread aisle

That smells like jam and honey

.

It’s talking about nothing

Until two a.m.

Dissecting hopes, dreams, and fears

Falling into each other

Like a safety net

That doubles as a trampoline

Sending you higher

So you can touch the stars

.

It’s needing space

While still choosing each other

.

It’s fighting fair

Never using a touch that hurts

A heart is fragile glass

It’s never using words

That can shatter it

.

It’s saying thank you

Thank you

Thank you

.

Love is a story in itself

It makes flowers bloom in the present

Makes the storm more bearable

Crafts a vision for the future

A possibility

You can’t quite touch

But it is beautiful.

.

New stories are born

Everyday.

.

II.

.

A man in a black tie

Sees a woman in an elevator

They both take their lunch break

At the same time each day

Walking to the third floor cafeteria

But they’ve never spoken

.

She does this thing

Where she flips her bangs out of her eyes

After she’s done typing a text message

.

And she has a raindrop tattoo on her wrist

He thinks about saying hi

But not yet

Maybe tomorrow.

.

III.

.

Emma, a florist, is tying a bouquet

Of roses

When she sees a woman

Trying to decide

Between pink and red carnations

.

She asks Emma

For her opinion

About the best flowers

To give her mother for her birthday

.

The woman has brown hair

And freckles

And these green eyes

That light up when she talks about the

Party she has planned.

.

Her name is Julia

And there’s a rainbow bead

On her silver charm bracelet

That doesn’t have to mean something

But it might just mean something

.

The florist gives Julia her number

Along with a discount

On her bouquet of tulips

.

Butterflies flutter through Emma’s stomach

For the rest of the day

Because she’s not usually this daring

Her hands go on arranging flowers

But her mind is in the clouds.

.

IV.

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Dylan is sitting

In his anthropology class

His eyes barely staying open

Because he stayed up late

Studying calculous and

Latin American History

.

He imagines he looks like

Any other college student

Wearing sweatpants he bought

From the campus bookstore

Half swallowed by a gray and blue

Hoodie that is just a bit too big for him.

.

A half empty cup of coffee

Rests beside his laptop

And everyone in the room

Seems just as exhausted

As he is.

.

Everyone, that is, except Miles.

No, Miles is giving a presentation

Wearing a crisp, ironed

(What college student irons?)

Button-up flannel

Tucked into dark jeans

With polished shoes

.

His hair is styled with gel

But just enough so that

It still looks soft to the touch

.

He actually looks at other students

As he talks

His blue eyes kind and just a little bit shy

Even though he speaks with ease

About marriage rituals

Across different cultures

.

Only facing away from the class

When he turns to the next slide

In his power point

.

Dylan

Takes another sip of his coffee

Which is cold now

He’d been in this class this whole semester

How had he never noticed Miles before?

Like really noticed him?

.

His voice is soothing

And he seems so nice

And he’s cute

Like, really cute

.

They were both pretty quiet

He tears a piece of paper

From his notebook

And starts scribbling on it

.

He didn’t even know if Miles was into guys

And maybe it was the coffee-fueled

Lack of sleep

But he figured it was okay

To take a chance

.

He looks at the piece of paper

He’d scribbled on

As Miles finishes up his talk

On it, it reads:

“Want to grab lunch with me?”

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V.

.

New stories are born every day

Love stories are born every day

But it’s about a lot more than attraction

These stories of attraction?

They’re not about love.

Not really.

.

But they could be.

 

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