There is sometimes a moment when you meet someone.
He gives you his seat. Offers to light your cigarette. Passes you on the sidewalk.
There is a moment where your eyes meet, and you blush. You smile, close your eyes and look away, as if it meant nothing.
But sometimes in that second when your lids fall, your life with them plays before you.
You imagine the awkward first sentences and timid smiles of a first conversation. The words falling out of your mouth, forming barely coherent sentences. Slowly the banter changes into something recognizable. You laugh.
The teasing begins, and the furtive mini-stories of your life. Once when I was 16 and Oh yes my friend used to and I’ll never touch that stuff again, because. You slowly feed each other pieces of yourself, bit by bit, piece by piece; so they can know the true you.
Mid-sentence, his hand is laid on top of yours, or it rests on your shoulder, or on your thigh for a half a second longer than anyone elses. And you can imagine it burning there for as long as you breathe.
And your heart feels like it’s stopped. Contricted veins and you could burst. Shivers up your spine, frozen in your lungs. And he becomes a part of who you are.
When you closed your eyes in that breif second, you could feel the story of the life you could live. The memories you could have. You imagined the first date, the wine you would drink, the parks you would walk through, and the pit stops you would take.
The first time you make love. The first time you fuck. The interplay of your fingers in his hair, his lips on your skin, his hands everywhere and anywhere. His hands stroking your soul.
The first road trip, and the music you would listen to, and the walks in the rain.
And you are friends and you are lovers and you are soulmates.

And you lift your lids and look back. You wonder, if they loved like you did, if they shivered like you did, if they laughed like you did, if they felt the world fall to pieces and back together again in that second.
If they fell in love or fell apart.


S Denton

Brantford, Canada

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Artist's Description

It was rushed, I needed to get it out before I imploded.
Because lately I’ve been falling in love every other day. And lately my heart is broken by those who I’ve never met.
I am a hopeless romantic.

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