Harry wearing Michael Sam’s jersey in St. Louis, MO.
She lives in a city where everyone sees everything - everything but her. She thinks maybe she’s just too fucking ugly. She’s invisible, amidst a sea of rushing color and beautiful faces. She wonders if anyone would see her if she screamed. She scans the storm of endless eyes, searching for the one that searches too. She sees him, standing motionless against the tide. She watches in disbelief as his eyes move through the crowd, searching, searching for something, searching for her? His sighs crush his shoulders and the color leaves his eyes. Just before he turns to leave, he catches her wide-eyed stare and they both freeze, in startling contrast to the motion surrounding them. They move toward each other, almost involuntarily, their feet never hitting the ground. The impenetrable crowd parts effortlessly for them, in recognition of two souls that have found their home.
Ladies, if you think your man is cheating. Take him to that bitches front door and see if his wifi connects.