Miguel didn’t know much about men.  In fact if he didn’t have a penis and a stout beard he’s probably of (happily) forgotten they exist.  When he walked alongside the apartment complex that he frequently visited he cried a little bit because the small pieces of tree stuck in the chain link fence looked as though they were being strangled by the metal fence and it reminded him of the frustration he felt when he saw her.

Her eyes were deep, not like the usual “pool” and “ocean.”  Her eyes were more of that fragrance that old ladies wear that is intoxicating in all the wrong ways.  Mostly cause she’s an old lady so you try not to smell it, but you can’t help it, it’s as though it’s being shoved into your nose.  Unfortunately she wasn’t an old lady.  She was a young and beautiful girl.  Miguel lost his balance.

You know.  It’s not that Miguel was easily persuaded.  No actually it’s the exact opposite.  Miguel had successfully prodded off all the suggestions and attempts for months.  This one spiked his interest.  Maybe he was vulnerable or maybe he was just being weak but the way she smiled and the way she danced reminded him of how much he loved to breathe, reminded him of how much he loved to love.

He hoped this timing was alright.  He hoped his hands weren’t shaking too much.  And he touched her hand.  She giggled and shrugged it off.

Miguel lost his balance.

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