Only Human

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I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Something I hadn't felt in quite some time. The stranger in the park felt like some weird dimension, neither dream nor reality, but I hoped it had been real. 

After making myself some fruit salad, I put it into a small Tupperware and grabbed my laptop, intending on a relaxing afternoon at the library. I opened my apartment door and was hit by a scent I so vividly remembered from last night. Pine and mint. Mm! I took a deep breath in and smiled to myself. 

Humming a happy tune I had learned at church as a young girl, I made my way out of the building. The scent followed me all the way to the Library but stopped once I got inside. I was surprised I even noticed it. I'm not one to notice the way things smell.   

I found myself a small, secluded corner in the back against a wall of windows. I plugged in my laptop, opened up my breakfast, and sat back in my chair, ready to enjoy an afternoon without work. 

Online Journal Entry

Viola Evans

October 2nd

Last night was weird. My mom called again. She told me to come home. again. 

I left very upset and ended up at some playground. This really handsome stranger came and cheered me up. I guess I reminded him of someone that he knew. I don't know if it was real or not. 

Do you believe in love at first sight? I mean, it isn't love, sure. I know that. But Sometimes I see someone and just feel this connection; like together we have the possibility of love. 

With him, the connection was greater than I have ever felt it. 

So yes, I do want to see him again. 

But I'm also terrified. What if I meet him again and he is mean? Or what if I meet him again and he is less than what I imagined?

WHAT IF HE IS GAY? 

Not that it's the worst for him to be gay. I just really hope the guy I am fantasizing about isn't gay. 

Oh my gosh. I'm a mess. I'm officially a mess. 

To all the future generations who read this;

I AM A MESS. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN. ALWAYS WILL BE. 

Anyway, I might meet up with Michael later tonight for dinner. I don't think it's a date. We just both are very passionate about teaching and want to discuss it with others who are just as passionate. 

Besides. Michael is a very nice guy. I like Michael. He's very nice.  Not to mention he's the only friend I've made since living out here. He's fun to talk to, and he enjoys talking to me. 

A chair scraping next to me startled me out of my journaling frenzy. I looked up with wide eyes and gasped when I saw who was staring intently at me. 

"You were real?" I wondered out loud before I blushed and looked at my fingers. 

"What did you think I was?" The Stranger chuckled, reaching out and putting one of his hands on mine casually. I pulled my hands away, feeling awkward. I didn't like him being so put together and sure of himself. It made me feel inferior and on edge. 

"A dream." 

"A good one, I hope?" He smirked cockily. I decided to knock his ego down a notch. 

"No, a nightmare. If you were more attractive it would have been way better," I grinned cheekily, meeting his eyes. 

I watched as challenge flashed in his eyes as he lost his smirk.