“Cushion Connection”

best of sweet

The first time she came round to mine, and we talked in-depth about relationships. She sat opposite me, hugging a cushion the whole time. Our eyes kept meeting then falling away, nervous of expressing too much. When she left, before I’d even realized, I was sitting where she had sat, hugging the same cushion.

—James

Postscript: I realized then, hopelessly, it was love.

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