We meandered about our feelings so to appear cavalier. We were young and restless and bored.
Our relationship was a promise of something with no basis other than a belief in itself. It had no context, and I had no way of knowing what would ultimately would be.
I only knew the feeling in my gut, the allure of him, his vitality and his charm, the way he spoke, the swagger in his gait, his ability to draw you in and keep you close to notice he was slightly out of reach.
