I think I scared you yesterday. I said something, and you knew how to take it, but you blew it off. We’re both unavailable, and I have to constantly remind myself of that fact.
I was nervous to see you after you changed the subject. I felt, almost relief, when it seemed like you weren’t going to show. Then ten minutes late you walked in. You smiled your half smile at me, flashing your teeth, boyish light flashing in your eyes.
Still, you seemed strange to me yesterday. Maybe thinking we are crossing invisible lines now? I was talking to someone else, and you came up and asked me questions. You shared a few things. We were all having a conversation, and you turned to look in my eyes while I spoke to you. Your eyes shone, and I could see it in them. I know you feel it too. I can tell. It is scary. And you abruptly left. Yet, when I left you were out there talking to him, about lord knows what. About me? About someone else? About nothing in particular, as guys will do?
I need to stop analyzing, and I need to go with the flow. I know I’ll see you tomorrow, and at this point just seeing you is enough to brighten my day.