“It was love at first sight,” she said, like before, as if she were giving me a forecast. “Or I should say, at many sights.”
That thing where you’re walking together on the sidewalk, you’re closer to the street and he’s on the inside. Then he steps behind you and to the outside, sweeping you in, ensuring you’re a tiny bit safer from stray vehicles.
The fact is, sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people, it’s no ones fault.