chocolate and news (viejas 1)

i met him one rainy march afternoon. i was soaking wet, clumsy and amused. it was two thirty and we were at the beach shelthered from the raging storm by a brittle tin roof. i laughed. he smiled. we'd never spoken before, and yet i knew exactly who he was. i liked him. i did. i really wish i'd known that back then. he promised me chocolate and news. i promised myself i'd try. he kept his promise. i didn't.

my bad. my loss.