Not all at once but in succession. A parade of pretty things to flirt and play with. Like every procession they approached slowly, tantalising in their beauty and spangles. Their whispering sounds and familiar tunes amplified with their proximity.
It began with cheeky comments, then sprung into email then developed into full-blown chats, even live conversations and time spent together in the flesh.
Then, like a marching band, they walked into her present and slowly passed, accelerating toward new horizons. They never looked back but left her standing on the pavement waving a flag for nobody to see, a longing in her heart that nobody knew existed. A lament for friendship lost.
He entertained her at work. A pretty geek with long hair and sardonic smile. They'd play during back-ups, he'd share his life, his loves his longings and she lapped him up like a kitten with cream. They met, they still do but contact is sporadic and she misses him more than he admits to missing her.