Ford’s love corner
I don’t care what they think they saw. I only know what I lived. I could feel their stares. How achingly they tried to cover their jealousy with disapproval. All they saw was a couple making out on the dance floor—the first couple to make out on the dance floor. I suppose we can’t really blame them, much like you can’t blame someone who has never let themselves learn to love coffee. All they taste is the bitterness, and all they feel is the social pressure to drink. As a...