Returned With Notes
romanceEveryoneI pick the book I've never told anyone I love. The embarrassing one. And I fill the margins fresh — every dumb honest thought. On page 12 I write the joke I've never said out loud. It's gone from the box in an hour. Four days later it's back. Page 12, in blue: 'I laughed on the bus. Out loud. A man moved seats. This is your fault.' And on the last page: 'Ask me anything. One question.'
One question. I write: 'Coffee, Saturday, the bench by the box? Bring your pen.' I return the book and don't sleep great. Saturday, 9:58. I'm on the bench holding two coffees like a nervous idiot. 9:59, footsteps. They sit down, pull out the embarrassing book, and read my own margin back to me — the joke from page 12. 'I wanted to hear it in your voice,' they say. It's better out loud. Turns out everything is, after that.