Short stories and other

The flutter of a heart

She sits down at her desk after getting off the phone with her best friend. She sighs, not knowing what to do. She's letting her heart take over head and she will let him hurt her again.

But it's that high. The high of happiness, and love, and lust. Those thoughts of being together until their old and day dreaming of kids, and church, and him holding her that she doesn't care if he leaves again. She recognizes the signs and tells herself not to get attached. Then he says those three little words and her heart melts, the high starts and her brain stops. He makes her heart flutter and do back flips every time his name pops up on her phone.

Then after he's gone to bed she lays there staring at her phone wondering how he's infiltrated her head and her heart again. How he can always make her fall for him again. Maybe she's just never lost feelings for him.

She tells herself she's stupid for letting him get so close to her and for breaking down her perfectly cemented walls

"If he wasn't so far away, if he lived closer everything would just work itself out,"

she tells herself then sighs knowing it's not true. She flops onto her bed and stares at the ceiling, wishing she could just forget about him and move on. Maybe he is her one and only, or maybe he's just that one night stand after a drunk night.

She wakes up smiling "that damn dream again,"  god he makes me so happy she rolls over and picks up her phone smiling bigger seeing that cute good morning text he sends every morning, each different and cuter from the last.

The more he runs through her head, the happier she gets. She had never felt anything like she feels with him. He makes her happy, he makes her feel safe and when all seems lost, he makes her feel loved and wanted. With him she feels human and not like this robot forced to fix humanity.

But her friends and family despise him. They try to push him away from her at all costs, but that just makes her want them to work even more.

She gets up and gets dressed, a smile pressed against her face as the dream runs through her head again. She walks up to her work and checks in at the front desk, singing their song softly to herself, He had sung it to her when they first met each other in person.

After her shift, she walks in the door, tired and annoyed with humanity. All she wanted was to be in his arms. Then she turns into the living room and there he sits waiting for her. She smiles and sits beside him. As they talk and catch up, she realizes that it doesn't matter what happens or what people think, as long as she's happy that's all that matters.