Invisible Love

3

It was Saturday morning. I was going though heaping piles of clothes trying to figure out what to wear. I was both dreadfully excited and happily nervous to see Fin again.

I chose a floral dress that I'd had forever, but somehow still fit. My mother was out for the day, thank God. I didn't have to go through the awkwardness of asking her to meet a boy who I'd only properly met once.

And so on that Saturday, I waited nervously outside a café. I eventually saw him riding his bike, and the butterflies started tickling my stomach, working their way up to my heart. I waved, and he smiled that crooked smile back at me.

Most Saturday's are good; but that Saturday was like a week of Saturday's strung together. I lost myself in his stories and his excited eyes, and I thought at one point he might have lost himself, too.

That Saturday felt more like a dream than reality.