fiction

she finally found someone like herself.

rash. impatient. inundated with feeling. quick to like and love. caring. intelligent. an operator of extremes (though aware of the benefits of the rest).

except he's in love with someone else. and she's involved with someone too close to him to make it right.

but she keeps thinking what if it had been him to make the first move that night instead of the other.

and reflecting how drawn to him she had been since that day. though not fully realizing what it really meant to her until that enlightening sentence first precipitated into her awareness many weeks later: "if not for him...then it would have been you"

she feels a responsibility to take ownership over this feeling. partly out of habit for being blunt. but to what end? even had it began differently, would any of it have mattered?

they are on separate timelines, jet setting to different destinations for new lives elsewhere. he is hopelessly in love with something potentially unattainable, but hopefully attainable in the end. it's all so fairytale and who can even begin to try to interrupt that sort of story?

and while there's little point, she can't help but think what it might be like...if it had been him and not the other.

a sigh.

a thoughtful look inward.

and a click of a button, "publish post."