It is strange to think that we might have crossed paths, and still not have known what we were missing.
I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.
History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.
You're unwilling to go out on a limb because it just might break underneath you.
What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?
A lot of the hallmark behaviors of autism - flat affect, stimming, not looking someone in the eye - could very easily be misinterpreted as signs of guilt.