Standing on the corner of 3rd and Vine it hit me out of the blue. This feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was changing between Chad and me and it gripped me like the flu. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't feel anything, least of all the asphalt under my feet. I'd been walking on air since we'd met up again.
We'd known each other a long time ago, but I never paid any attention to him. He was the silently brooding type--the type I'm always drawn to but scared to death of. You never know what's going on under those pensive brows. And you don't know that it wasn't you that caused them to meet up at the nose, so you walk a wide circle around something you desperately want to throw your arms around, hoping he will invite you in. Somehow. Magically. Through no fault of your own.
I'm the kind of person who sits back and waits for life to happen to me. Hoping when it does it'll be good. So afraid of disappointment I am, I'd rather keep it all to myself than put it out there. At least I know what to expect when I expect nothing.
But Chad. Something was different this time. His hair was a little shorter. He'd buffed up a bit. Seemed a little more outgoing. Not incredibly so, but enough that I felt brave enough to shrink my circle and walk just a little closer to him.
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