How To Catch A Lover

I was alive that summer of my 24th year. Buoyant, stuffed with golden motes. But anxious too. For I was going to visit my lover who I had not seen since April. Humidity makes your hair frizz. It also marinates street smells and reduces a city to one defining smell. Boston smelled of popcorn. The air was hot and humid in the gap between the plane and the tunnel. It was like entering an oven. I had come from London for a two-week holiday. But the holiday was a ruse. I had really come to catch my lover and secure him. <a href="https://medium.com/the-memoirist/how-to-catch-a-lover-49ed9541dbbe">Website</a>