The Silent Ritual
"Since that first hesitant touch, he often, somehow, found me. In a deserted stairwell or classroom, alone at the bus stop, in the suburban woods we hiked in. I'm not being entirely honest, because somehow I managed to be where he was, alone... as if waiting for him. As if this was some kind of silent game we played, where I would wait, and avert my face coyly when he found me..."