Drowning | ✓

Standing

I was standing still when I

met him -

or rather, when he

walked right into me.

He smiled, his apology swift from his

blood red lips

and his eyes

dark like caramel swirls.

My tummy

fluttered

just a little, like

butterfly wings

beating against my skin -

but I stood strong, I

stood my ground: I

did not fall.

Not then.