subject line: hello.


bothell, washington

We sat across from each other in a coffee shop, the kind that serves their drinks in proper mugs and makes latte art. I was with a friend, you were with your headphones and a textbook. You glanced up at me from under your mop of curly yellow hair, and we shared a smile. I didn’t have the guts to give you the love letter that was sweating in my backpack. I wish I had at least said hello. We probably won’t meet again, but I think you’re great.