So, I have this guy friend. And a part of me might just be in love with him.
But like, I know statistics of the situation would say we’re not on the same paths, and all that objective, sensible crap.
He reached across the table when we were eating one day with a napkin and softly wiped the mayo that was on the side of my mouth away. The way his hand lingered for a half a second more than it had to against my cheek, and our eyes completely connected. Having a writer’s heart, I eat this shit up. With ketchup.
People don’t do that shit anymore.
Dammit dammit dammit.
And the worst part is, is that this happened months ago. And I still think about that, and all the other magical things we did within the week we spent together with friends during spring break. And we had only just met that week, too.
First of all, I think the two of you would be absolutely adorable together. Second, I got to witness that freaking amazing moment with the mayo and it was perfect just like the movies. Third, don’t mind statistics, you can either go with the flow and follow them or you can prove them wrong. Do whatever your little big heart desires.