What Love Feels Like

Twenty nine | Is it too late?

Sorry - Justin Bieber

If someone ever tells me that I get irritated easily, I would laugh in their faces denying and then get offended.

Because they're right, though.

But can you blame me?

Noah has been following me around everywhere, and every time he leaves, I'm left with something new to eat because apparently, he thinks bribing me with food will make me want to talk to him.

My lips tilt up unknowingly when I think of what happened this morning while I finish up my homework during my shift today because according to my teachers, helping save people's lives isn't an excuse for us to stop doing our three-page homework exercises that we probably won't even remember when we get real jobs.

I freeze.

Did I just smile on my own? At my thoughts? Of Noah? Alone?

I groan covering my face with my hands. I need a break.

This morning, when I had just started with my first shift of the day, and had to put my 'height to use' - as nurse Iris said to me with a smile- so she assigned me to put the spare boxes back on the top shelves of the cabinets.

I risked my entire life by standing on this ancient relic of a chair that wobbled like I ate extra food or something.

I was stressing internally because I didn't plan what I'd eat as a snack when I get back home.

I worry about those things, okay?

Maybe chocolate covered strawberries?

I should bring them tomorrow- I thought, as I reached up to shove a box. Because Thea would kill me if I had strawberries without her.

Yeah, maybe I should've been more cautious about the way I kept on losing balance but then I started looking forward to continuing the new book I downloaded on my phone.

Why wouldn't I be excited to read the spin-off book of one of my favourite series in the entire world?

I'm still not over that entire universe. I don't think I ever will be. Even if this book is based ten years from the last series.

I sighed, imagining me in bed, reading it online since it only got released three days ago but anything's better than not reading it at all.

Then I actually focused on finishing my job quickly, while singing under my breath because putting boxes on shelves is boring.

"Everyone else in the room can see it," I sang softly while shoving a heavy freaking box on the highest shelf. "Everyone else but you-u."