Boy and girl, though young and immature, both recognized Their Pull.
Pulling like an electric current around a giant loop. A tingly, weighty, attraction.
Attracting them towards each other – their hands, their hips, their hearts.
Hearts and bodies aged, and the older they grew, the stronger Their Pull.
Pulling them with a sharp yank if they tried to push back.
Back to back they sometimes stood, until Their Pull flipped them around to face each other once again.
Again and again, they chose each other. No one else Pulled so tightly.
Tightly, they clung to each other, even if only via The Pull so others could barely see it.
It tugged ferociously when one hand grazed the other’s fingers, running lightly from knuckle to wrist.
Wristwatches and necklaces removed, they stood before each other bare.
Bare and exposed completely – Their Pull did not notice flaws.
Flaws and all, Their Pull kept them connected – their hands, their hips, their hearts.