As I'm running away from my God, I feel a warm liquid run down my cheek. I'm crying. I don't understand why a ran away from him.
I guess I was a bit nervous.
I wonder what he thought of me.
Does he like me?
Does he LOVE me?
I hope so.
After I got home, I ran to my room, quickly shutting the door and dropping my bag on my bed.
Finally.
It was just me and him.
I jump on my bed and start to spoon my body pillow, me being the big spoon of course.
I had been practicing...stuff on my body pillow. It wasn't just an ordinary body pillow though. No. It was a body pillow of Caleb. I had stuck a picture of him on it.
I remember exactly how I took that photo.
It was third session, and as I was making my way to my next class, I caught a whiff of something very familiar. It was him. It was Caleb. I knew his scent very well. His beautiful, intoxicating scent. His smell was so unique. I had never smelt anything like it in my entire life. It smelt like roadkill dipped in rotten cheese. I loved it.
As I realised whose scent this was, I quickly looked around. And there he was. Standing there, in all his glory. Caleb. He looked so angelic and cute. I couldn't help but take a quick picture of the scene that stood in front of me.
And when I say picture, I actually meant pictures.
I kept every single picture even the ones that were blurry, due to the fact that he started running away.
I wonder why he was running...oh well.
As I look back on that memory, I couldn't help but cry. I cried and cried until my body pillow got soaked.
Oh Caleb, the things you do to me.
