You'll be the sun.
I'll be the moon.
Just let your light come shining through, and when night comes, just like the moon.
I'll shine my light right back at you.
As the sun gradually begins to set, nightfall arrives. Contagious laughter that once was...
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"I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that's exactly like being found." — Claire LaZebnik
The days leading up to the weekend were monotonous. I kept checking my phone hoping, no praying, to find a new message from Chase. But I was disappointed each time. By day three I started getting frustrated and then my insecurities started marching in.
Maybe if I was more outgoing?
What if I was more beautiful?
If I started to workout the babyfat would disappear?
One by one they paraded in and set up a tent. They were like pests, and sometimes I just couldn't get rid of them.
Shaking off those dark thoughts before it gets to much, I decide to go get coffee and maybe a muffin, or two. If I can't have Chase, food is my saving grace.
Standing in line, I notice things I don't usually do. Instead of seeing everyone busy on their phones, all I see are couples. People gazing into each others eyes or being so mesmerized with what the other is saying, everything else seemed to fade away. I've never experienced that.
Until Chase.
But that's crazy!
I only just met him. How can one person, a very a attractive one though, change your perspective of life in less than a week? My life is seriously starting to sound like a teen drama, and I'm not even a teen anymore. Actually I don't even think I was that bad when I was a teenager.
Back then my love life could be compared to Sharpay's chances with Troy, nonexistent.
All the books I've read always started with girls like me, and it progressed with them meeting their Prince Charming. To a 13 year old, that was proof. Every tick of the clock was one step closer to finally meeting him, but after a while I realized the 'tick' was only a reminder that it wasn't going to happen.
Guys don't see the girl in the back. They don't hear the shy whispers. They don't notice the ordinary girl, with ordinary features and ordinary clothes.
"-miss?"
Teleporting back to reality, I realize that I'm in front of the line and the barista has been trying to get my attention. By the look of annoyance plastered across his face, I guess that it's been a while.
Finally looking at the barista, I order a coffee and go to take a seat next to the window. Totally forgetting about those glorious muffins.
