[300 words]
Sometimes, I wish there was a book that could tell us how exactly it feels like to be in love. The dictionary says that love is an intense feeling of deep affection...but isn't that what I feel? Or is it just a feeling of the need to love when in a relationship, a somewhat mind trick?
As I stand in front of my locker, trying to tune in, into the conversations, I feel someone staring at me.
I turn to find Joel Lennings.
Now, Joel's quite a creature. He's incredibly handsome, no doubt, and because of his shyness he's just adorable but, for some odd reason he has always tried to blend in. Even when he was dumped, publicly, by his former girlfriend Debra, he immediately went into a somewhat camouflage mode. But, then again, this might be the reason why I like him.
"You look pretty happy today." I say as I reached him.
"I am. It's a pretty great day...."
I see his eyes glaze over for a moment, but also determination-
"Wanna go out?"
I felt like my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. It was like this suffocating feeling in my throat, but in a good way. - Did he just ask me out? I blinked. -Should I tell him yes?
"Sure." I say softly, smiling once again.
I see him relax in relief but there's a flash of doubt.
"I mean like on...like on a date type thing."
I smile at him and let out a small laugh. "Yeah I got that."
Inspite of the small nagging feeling at the back of my mind that this might go wrong- as I look in to his eyes I feel that maybe instead of over-analysing everything, I should just have a leap of faith.
