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Love Stories in Passing

An abridged history of my head in the clouds

By Abby JacobsenPublished 2 years ago Updated 11 months ago 2 min read
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Love Stories in Passing
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She’s blonde and has highlights

and she’s walked right by you

too fast to have been caught by the ‘hello’ lodged in your throat

*

He’s shorter than you’d normally go for

but he’s got dark waves on top of his head

that make your heart pound

and you avoid making eye contact

up until he stands at the door ready to leave

and it’s too late

*

He’s got blue, blue eyes

like the ones you imagine when an author doesn’t describe them

like surprise, and sun filled skies, and a warm ocean

He’s also on the other side of a screen

and chances are he wouldn’t know you exist

even if you met him in person

*

She’s snarky and makes you nervous

she’s got humor like yours and you don’t know what to do with that

she’s all smiles and skin like she lives in the sun

you wish she’d smile at you

that is the first and last time you see her

*

He’s like every meet cute you’ve ever dreamed of

he’s the type you say you don’t have,

stupid tall and capable

strong hands and shoulders that can carry things, if only he’d been clumsy too

spilled his coffee near you, or bumped into the table at least

something to excuse you ignoring your friends story as you creepily watch him out of the shop

*

He’s gorgeous

his smiles are free and kind and lure you in

he’s easy to talk to and always has something interesting to say

he is a friend, and a friend, and a friend

then graduation came and gone

he was a friend, his dark eyes a warm memory

*

So many people ride the bus

that boy who caught your eye before walking down the steps

the woman who flipped her hair every two seconds

the person who’s shoulder brushed yours when they moved to stand up

the girl who asked if she could sit next to you

all of them here and then lost into the world

bus stop after bus stop

*

Each glance is like falling in love

the thought of brushed fingers, bumped shoulders

catching that special someones eye on the

train, plane, bus, or

across the room in the

mall, coffee shop, bookstore, library

every location a

fantasy conjured and promptly shattered

A million love stories written across my brain

only to be crumpled up and thrown away

A thousand love stories cursed to be told in passing

*

He’s kind, a little quirky

and his smile is a little crooked

She’s got some tangles in her hair

and obviously isn’t a morning person

Her hands clutching a mug

His eyes are calm, but his deep red cheeks

say something new

***

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Abby Jacobsen

An Oregon based artist, reader, and writer.

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