It is almost uncomfortable, this awareness of him. Each pause, each movement when he places a piece on the black and gray board. I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

When it rains, I remember

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What d you think she'd be like?""You," He says, almost before I've finished. "You.

When we fall in love for the first time we don't know anything. We risk a lot less than we so if we choose to love again.There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.