The type of confidence she has on Thursdays is the kind that could ruin homes, monogamy, hearts.
She doesn’t follow through, but barely. That’s what they know when they come over. The allure of possibility without the allure of definitely.
She gives you everything your imagination needs and none of what your body wants. She will always walk away, for which you will both always be thankful.
Oh, but you watch as she goes.
The coast guard boys stationed here for two months walk by her a few times, glancing forlornly, shaking their heads. They know it is pointless but watch because it is.
She has exactly the amount of self-worth to always talk to you but never to go home with you. She won’t be yours, you feel, until you are aware to your core that she is the be all, end all to your entire life. Should it end, you will look back for the rest of your life, wondering about that one girl you could never quite pin down but always wish you had.
You don’t follow through though, but barely. Watching her leave, you notice she begins to walk even faster.