ODDS & ENDS

Writing Practice 0: Separated by a Border

     It makes me happy when you message me. About the big things, the small things, just all things.

     I didn't plan to meet you, let alone begin to develop a caring for you. The way you talk about video games makes me want to watch and play them with you.

     It's silly, and sudden, and most certainly ridiculous to think I could ever possibly like a person I just met. But my chest twinges with the thought of you. It's a feeling that I can't remember if I've had before. I've had butterflies but this feels different. Almost as if it's actually painful. Like a pit in my stomach or a chest pain.

     I've tried to convince myself maybe I'm sick, or that something is actually wrong, because I'm normally a pretty sensible human being. And sensible human beings don't fall for strangers. Even if they are sweet, tall strangers, with kind eyes and soft smiles.

     I'm trying to convince myself it's just a phase, that I'll get over it soon enough. But when you message me in the early morning letting me know your flight got in okay, makes me smile to know that you thought of me. And when you don't have a way to contact me, but you still search for wifi just to tell me it was a long day, makes my entire day great.

     I don't know what this is and I don't know what to do about it, but if from a year from now you still care and I still come, let's go on a date to the aquarium. I'll even let you buy me that stuffed shark plush.