It’s her.
I long for the coconut scent of her chestnut curls, but I still fear her when lips meet bottle.
She turns the corner.
Not her.
I do not know if I suddenly felt my world drop because it was not her or because I wanted it to be.
Marisa is a graduate of Providence College with degrees in psychology and theatre.
That last sentence is worth the price of admission. When our most naked, tangled thoughts are exposed as universal truths, that’s the good stuff. Well done.