Thoughts About Vanessa
She still picks up when I call.
She once told me, with the certainty of someone stating a mathematical fact, that you cannot develop real feelings for a person in twenty-one days. Months later she sent me a poem she had written. It was about me. And it ended with a line that undid her whole equation: I wanted us to have had more time.
So which was true — the equation or the poem?
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