Somewhere along the line the boy with the moon shaped dimples and stark white teeth began to fade from my life. What started as a friendly agreement became a priority. My phone ceased to light with urgency every other minute. The replies took longer to write and even longer to send. A game of cat and mouse ensued and we both were quite unsure how it began and which role we played.
The speed at which someone loses importance in your life is almost frightening. I tried to remember what it was that had drawn me to him. It wasn’t the sureness of gate or matter of fact-ness in his smile. No, he lacked both of those things. It wasn’t the curl of his hair or cutting cheekbones or skin the color of almonds. I think, maybe, it had something to do with the promise of being wanted.