Saturday, February 5, 2011


She said she wished that you had no affect.  That she could walk away.  Maybe even throw a fuck you over her shoulder as she turned to go.

I laughed at her, for her to even think she could be that strong.  We all know the drill.  The way the two of you have been linked since that day in the gym when you looked up into the bleachers, watching her watching you.  The rest of us never could figure out, even way back then, which of you was the kryptonite.