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And we were full of the liberty to do as we pleased, that was true. Technically, there was nothing in the world to stop us. We were undefeatable, unstoppable, undeniable, unavoidable, unbound, off like a rocket across the world until it was ours.
"The lillies were blooming," he recalled. "And it was just so perfect."
I sighed wistfully. To think that the perfect moment had occurred with someone else. I knew I needed to change things and become the one with whom he spent the afternoons in the lillies.
I wasn't forced to do anything, I'm aware. But it there was a lot of pressure. In psychology, we're studying personal space and the effect that it has on people, and I think this was applicable here. Their proximity to me was a stress, a reminder of the decision that had to be made. I caved.
I quickly noticed that the soup was boiling over. "Ah, it's-" I began, but my host quickly noticed and turned her attention to the stovetop.
"It's ready!" she exclaimed. "I know it's a little early for you to be eating, but if you're interested..?"
It's extremely intense. We're neck and neck, basically, and I cannot lose. Everything is riding on this moment. I need to shake him. I cannot fail. I must win. The suspense is building but all I see is the shining, glorious finish ahead of me- a finish which I must reach.
"It is my belief," the speaker began, "that each individual should treated as just that- an individual. Not a collective member of a group; rather..." He continued.
I quickly lost focus, sketching in my notebook. I knew it wouldn't be a problem to make up notes.
I don't know you very well, but you make me smile.
Oh, how I wish I knew you! I can just imagine us together in the future. Maybe we will be best friends and laugh and play and I will cheer you on and you will support me with a smile. Maybe we will fall in love- fleeting, teenaged love, and you will make me cry, even though you made me smile. Or maybe we will just pass in the hallway and exchange a brief smile as a way of greeting.
The train began pulling into the station. I turned around, frantic.
"There's still so much-"
"Shh," he said. "This doesn't change anything."
"My beloved hath returned!" I cried.
"Too dramatic," he chuckled. "Make sure to keep it somewhat natural."
I smiled nervously. "I know, I know. I'm trying."
I woke up and watched the sun rise. A bird was chirping from outside my window. The air was warm and stirred by the occasional breeze. I smiled. Summertime was glorious.
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