And I will go,
because latent in every blind date is the delicious promise,
improbable as a hundred-dollar bill in a fortune cookie,
that maybe this is the last one of these things I will have to go on, maybe this will be it.
jessicapierce
Latent is
and always will be about
hope
it is:
staying after class for a chance at a conversation with someone who has never talked to you before
writing long letters and sliding them under the door of a dorm room because you think her roommate is out of town
idling in a car in front of a restaurant
waiting, hoping, wondering if
maybe this time it happens
the unspoken secret code is shared and
doors
open