I can tell you’re strong by your shoulders she said and that’s all it took for me to fall in love.
I was thrilled to see her two days later. Now it was stronger, the feeling. The falling. We ran and jumped and pushed one another.
She gave me her Instagram and I waited nervously at home for her to accept my friend request.
In the waiting I imagined all kinds of things. I saw her as the yin to my yang, another tiny powerhouse, driven by the same force. Her dark beauty the perfect foil for my basic blonde.
We went on adventures. We fell deeper. We made a life.
That day I constantly refreshed my phone with the same nervous energy as a six-year-old on Christmas Eve. Finally, as I took in photo after photo of her with her honey it all dissolved, as delicately as fairy floss under droplets of rain in the gutter of the gym where I fell over her.