Alternate Universe In Which I Join A Cult

1. you are too small to have figured out what looking at her means so you start dotting your 'i's like she does and you start playing the guitar in an attempt to realise this is nothing more than you wanting to be like her.

2. when she steps into the room, a mess of dark curls on her forehead, you have a boyfriend. still, when you go home after she finishes her talk, you think about writing this poem. you think of the beliefs she holds that still feel like questionmarks to you and how joining her could turn you into a believer.

3. when you first see the message, you have just broken up with the boy you hoped you could wish into being the love of your life. still, despite the grief, you consider being the foundation for her pyramid scheme. you look at the short hair on her profile picture and the rainbow emoji next to her name and when you say no, you think about writing this poem.

+1. this time, you are sworn single. this time, nothing happens when you first look at her. this time, she tells you three times that she likes your hair and twice she places an arm on the back of your chair and once, she tells you she thinks of making a move on a girl whose smile maybe vaguely looks like yours. this time, you know how it is because she'd write this for another girl. this time you do not consider writing this poem, until you see her smile and you know - despite knowing next to nothing about falling in love or your own mind - that this one, you'd need no other universe to join a cult for.

-cgi.