as his arm draped around my shoulder
displacing my now-favorite liz claiborne bag,
i asked him why we click
considering how greatly different we are —
like aladdin and jasmine;
or mushu and mulan.
“i love you.
that’s the reason why we click.”
i love him too
but why can’t a girl’s love ever be enough
to hold a relationship
from falling apart?
the pauses between 