Nothing could have stopped me. Or so I thought. My only obstacle is my mind, whirling and churning with doubts, self conscious slams, those inevitable ‘what-if’s?’. But I had to swallow my fear. I had to push down those seemingly un-curable thoughts of despair.
My palms were sweaty, and my knees shook. How incredibly cliché, I thought. Always going out of my way to be different, and yet I somehow reverted to the ways of the monotonous crowd-dwellers in my greatest moment of weakness and uncertainty.
My feet moved as if on their own accord, dragging me to where he stood. Then my mind went blank. What was I here for? What was I going to tell him?
He turned towards me, and a smile split his face. God, he was gorgeous. “Hey! I was looking for you. Wanna work on vocab?”
I nodded dumbly, my mind all fuzzy at the prospect of spending time with him. He was my best friend, the keeper of my secrets, the stand-up comedian of my life.
Oh well. We have all the time in the world. Maybe I’ll tell him how I feel tomorrow.
