Jaywalking on a November afternoon.

So I've come to realize that what I feel for you is definitely some sort of more-than-platonic attraction, and yet the reason why I hesitate to call it so is because it isn't all-consuming like some of my past attractions have been. But it is to some degree consuming. For you, gas money is irrelevant, vulgarity is kosher, and periferal vision is my guilty pleasure. And it may not be the most logical or practical things to do, but they are evidence of my liking to you nonetheless.

The charcoal drawing of you that I started yesterday is also evidence.

Can I tell you that, sometimes, I really wish something was happening here? You are contagious and I'm glad I stuck around long enough to crack your surface. You have to be one of the best escape plans I have ever come across.

And by the way, when you took my cigarette from my fingers followed by a "I should light that for you", it made me smile.

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]