The date had been magical, fairy-tale like. However, we all know that's not always how it is. The couple days after, we would text all the time. We even face timed a couple times and laughed together. We would plan for more dates in the process. He gave me the attention I wanted and I knew I was getting it. This wonderful short time lasted for just that, a small spark, a "hot-minute". The second school began, everything felt different.
I would text him and it would be another couple hours or days till he would respond. Usually when he did, it would be a sorry for not responding. This cycle went for a while. I'm not the kind of girl to sit there and wait for him to make another move. I tried and missed multiple shots. He would leave me on read, and he wouldn't want to hang out. He seemed to be busy, constantly. I guess I was paranoid but I slowly gave up. That was our first period of solitary neglect. However, I learned and I adapted. I didn't want to be that needy girl and I wasn't. I drew back as much as I wanted. Slowly but surely, space pulled him back in and he was back for good. The gloom that lasted almost a month was passing. That's when the little things began.
School was hard for us since I wouldn't see him as much as I wished. Even though we were never in the same place, he would try to be. This little thing would make my day. To see him around, smiling, talking, joking. Then, we began walking to classes together. When we were together, we would stand shoulder to shoulder and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. Sometimes we would hold hands, when it felt right. These little things changed the way I went about my day.
These little things began to stir up talks around the hallways. Our close friends would question what was between us, if there was anything there. It was the little thing of deciding not to tell them exactly what it was that made it stronger. We would leave them on the edge of their feet and they would always be curious. We knew what it was, and we enjoyed our little, not-so-subtle, secret.
The only thing was, these little things only last for the small part of the relationship in which they were relevant. As we slowly began to get into deeper territory, things began to get more interesting. Not just more interesting, but more stressful. In the end, it's the little things that I miss most. In the end, the little things were what led into the horrid endings.
