A Summer Ago

How did this even start? I asked myself while lying in bed.

I had never even talked to him until last week, and now, here I was laying down unable to stop thinking about him. I stared at the ceiling and I couldn't help but smile like a fool. I could still see him in my mind, clearer as a memory than in real life. I could still feel his presence next to me as if I were to look to the side, he would be there smiling.

How did this happen to me? I ponder again. Well, not that I really care. I laugh to myself, burying my head in my pillow, grinning childishly in the darkness of my room.

I fell asleep knowing that I didn't care. I didn't care that he had this control over me. I didn't care to know why he made me feel like this, even when he wasn't here. I didn't care that he made me giddy like a little girl every time I saw him. I didn't care because I liked it. I didn't care because I cared about him.