Ravella fidgets when I pick up
The wine list, her eyes wide like
A stunned deer in the forest.
"I'm ordering that rainbow mocktail
We love so much."
Vella breathes a sigh of relief.
I give her hand a gentle squeeze.
She squeezes mine back.
When is she going to realise
That I'm not like him?
YOU ARE READING
Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
