Textual Romance

“What are you hoping to find here?” writes the stranger.

I search for the words.

That nervous energy in my stomach when I know I am about to see him, or butterflies from a text with his name.

Sparks of craving, wanting, building up until we finally submit to each other. Pulled together like magnets worn down by time, incapable of resisting. He grabs my hair. I exhale. Heart racing.