When I Think of You

by Myah Ariel

I’m half appalled that her father is such a controlling hard-ass and half inclined to tell her these are platinum white-girl problems.

We laugh while Eric stands there eyeing us shrewdly, like we’re at a murder mystery dinner and he’s trying to guess which of us is the killer.

Was he a complete tool after last week’s casting? Sure. Am I attracted to tools? Historically, no. Not unless they vibrate.

Because on the dance floor when you asked me what I wanted from you, I wasn’t ready to say it out loud. But I am now. My answer is everything.

sometimes the strongest people became that way simply by leading heavy lives.

“When I don’t feel so lost in your world,” I say. “And when you’re not the center of mine.”