He Pulled My Hair

And lit me up

Photo by Alexandru Zdrobău on Unsplash

Our eyes connected from across the street. You know that moment, right? When you happen to meet the eyes of a stranger and something like recognition — a hello from another life, perhaps, or an alternate universe — hovers in the space between you? I know you. I knew you. I’ve never forgotten.

Our eyes connected and it sent a current through my body, like licking a battery. It felt…




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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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