DanielLewinskyNuwar
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title. i can’t stop thinking about her. i saw her at a family function and now my brain will not shut up. it wasn’t even supposed to be a big deal. just one of those loud living room gatherings with too many relatives and too much food and people talking over each other while kids run around. normal chaos. and then she walked in. nothing dramatic. no slow motion moment. she just walked in and somehow the air shifted anyway. she’s real. not some screen or fantasy. she was right there. close enough that i could notice the way her fingers curled around her cup when she laughed. we barely talked which honestly made it worse. she sat across the room at first and every now and then her eyes drifted over and once i swear they landed on me and stayed there just a second too long and that second keeps replaying in my head like a glitch. later she ended up next to me in the kitchen because it was crowded and nobody had space to move without brushing against someone and when she reached across the counter her arm slid against mine. not dramatic. not intentional. just contact. but she didn’t pull away fast. she looked at me and smiled. not sweet exactly. not innocent. slower than that. like she knew what she was doing or maybe just knew what it was doing to me. she leaned in to say something and her voice dropped enough that i had to lean closer to hear and suddenly everything else blurred out and it felt like we were standing in our own little pocket of quiet while everyone else kept moving around us. she held eye contact the whole time. didn’t look away first. didn’t fidget. just let the silence stretch until it felt heavy. and then she stepped back like nothing happened. the rest of the night she floated through conversations laughing and acting normal while i stood there feeling like she’d left fingerprints on my thoughts. i don’t know if she meant anything by it. maybe i imagined the whole thing. maybe she’s just like that with everyone. but it felt deliberate in the moment. like she saw right through me and decided not to look away. and now i keep replaying that kitchen moment over and over trying to figure out if there was something there or if i’m just making meaning out of nothing. either way i can’t stop thinking about her.
