To the girl I’ve been seeing smoking outside on Agricola lately, you have such a great smile for me every time I walk by. You’re so intriguing. Last time I passed you were reading poetry in the cold with no shoes on. I’ve been working up the courage to talk to you for a while now, I get butterflies even when you’re not there. I want to know what you’re thinking about, it always looks like it’s something heavy. Until next time… —Walking by
This article appears in Dec 30, 2010 – Jan 5, 2011.