sometimes I wonder where love will find me. in a city this vast, how do two lives ever touch?
it’s endless: faces, voices, people brushing past without knowing. and still, I keep hoping for one pair of eyes to finally meet mine and stay.
maybe on the Q train at dusk, or in the slow aisle of a bodega, where the fluorescent light hums above us.
some nights it feels impossible. sometimes I think love is here, just one turn away, but it doesn’t notice me.
other nights, just maybe … a glance, a pause, a quiet shake inside me.
I keep writing these fragments to remind myself I’m still open, still waiting, still dreaming.
this song is called sHHake.
sHHake every time I see your handle/I think the Spanish punk band Vulpess/how many hearts to go/before we get old/looking off a fire escape/while I write this on my phone/I see you in the Shake Shack drive thru/& when I move, you/DM me the most interesting words/I have ever seen/pretending to be,/pretending they are true
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