I still remember the placated look you twisted around me when opening doors and crossing paths.
We took time, empty time and made it simple.
The dressed up nature of our attraction made only more instinctual and normal because we both knew no good could ever or would ever come from a collision course of ourselves.
I wish there were easy easy ways to take back, to remake, to lessen and deaden regret or sorrow or whatever rage that finds its way into and onto this. But life, though forcibly perfect in its creation and design, is not on our side.