The Gravity of Us

by Phil Stamper

I’m interested in him purely from a journalistic standpoint, I remind myself, even as his narrowed eyes and sharp jaw pierce through my chest.

“How’s the fungus?”

flirting 101. great job Cal

I want him to see all of me.

he has known this boy for TWO SECONDS and he's already so gone

“You can’t just kiss away all the bad feelings I have. You can’t kiss me and make me better. I think you know that, but … I have to say it.”

I want him to know the improbability of two people meeting like this. That it’s astounding, no matter how inconsequential it is. Sure, strangers meet all the time. It’s the universe’s way to say we don’t matter. None of this matters. Our eyes meet. And it’s clear that,