I saw you last week. I don’t really know you, but I would like to.
When you left the common room that day, you took with you the breath of everyone else in that room. Maybe it was your long curly hair, or your leather jacket, or the way your long necklace dangled when you reached for some late night snacks. Perhaps plain and simple, it was just you–the way you talked and the way your presence filled the room. Which way do you swing?
Someone Down The Hall