Naked
There are a lot more paragraphs and stories I wrote about you before you were mine. Buried somewhere in cyberspace. Or in the deep recesses of an Asian girl’s mind. Some feelings are so intimate I don’t even want to revisit them for fear of tainting a delicate memory. I like the idea that I once noticed you from the corner of my eye. I was drowning and you saved me. Unknowingly, but inevitably.