Nearsighted

He sat in front of me close enough to

smell his cologne (a smell that will remind

me of him six weeks later), but his blue

eyes were a blur of smudged lines. Glasses blind

me with expectation, so I left them

home (along with my heart that a boy in

Boston broke two weeks before). He talked chem

and optics, explained how the defects in

our sight can be explained by the laws of

physics (the study of how I  would not

matter to him in five weeks). Half in love,

I planned a second date without a thought.

(A week later, we’d watch improv and rain,

while sitting in his car sipping champagne.)

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Author: Brittney

A girl who lives in books, loves in songs, wallows in self-doubt, demands equality, and consumes copious amounts of coffee, while fighting the patriarchy.

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