Stupid Feelings for Stupid Boys

Origins (R. E.)

November 16th, 2016. 

That was the first day I talked to you. 

It was only you and one of your other sisters there, and my friend and I went over to talk to you two. Right off the bat I remember that I unintentionally (maybe not so unintentional but still) focused more on you than your sister. I don't remember much about what we talked about, but I do know we talked about your trip to London. That sparked enough conversation for a while.  

Later we all decided to go to McDonald's and there were a lot of people there, but I just wanted to talk to you. When we sat down I wanted to be sure I was close enough to you so that we could continue our conversation. I sat right across from you with my chicken nuggets ready to be eaten. We naturally talked about food and I learned that you despise breakfast food (I will forever judge you for that). Then somehow we started talking about shows and you redeemed yourself when you said that The Office was your favorite show. So we kept talking and other people would talk with us too here and there. 

At the end of the night I didn't want to leave; I didn't want to stop talking to you. So when I was finally back home, I couldn't bring myself to be so bold as to actually message you after only speaking to you that very day. I did the next best thing, the only thing I could think of to get in touch with you: I tagged you in a picture (something from The Office of course).  I honestly didn't expect anything from that gesture. But, guess what? You actually responded.  And if I remember correctly you didn't just respond you tagged me in another picture too.It sounds dumb but it was exciting to me. At the back of my head I probably saw it as some sort of sign that you had interest in me (that's just how my brain works). Still though it was too soon to tell. But that simple gesture was the start of something.

That was a year ago...