A plan for how this was going to go.
What we were going to be.
How slow things were going to progress.
We were going to be friends first. I was going to give him time to heal. We were going to get to know each other slowly before jumping into anything crazy.
Yeah, that’s not the plan anymore.
In fact – I think things are about to get a little crazy.
I showed up to the BBQ last night, and every single person there knew who I was. They knew the story of how we had met, and every detail of our conversations up to this point.
His dad went out of his way to introduce himself within 5 minutes of my arrival.
And his mom pulled me aside and sat on the couch talking with me for over an hour.
She told me he looked at my number for 3 days before finally getting the nerve to call me.
One of his buddies pulled me aside, thanked me for putting a smile on his friends face again, and predicted that I was about to become a permanent fixture in their circle of friends.
Everyone was warm, welcoming, genuine, and… so incredibly positive about any future he and I may have.
I’m exhausted. It was a late night, and I still have the smell of campfire in my hair.
I’m crawling into bed for a quick nap, and then I need to take a shower and get ready, because he's taking me to see Water For Elephants tonight.
I no longer think we're going to be just friends.
And all I can think about is that list I burned and put out into the universe on New Year’s Eve.
The same night he and I actually met.
The list that so far, he seems to match to a tee.
His mom kept talking about fate last night. About he and I being fate. Being meant to be.
Loo is convinced he’s the one.
I’m suddenly not so convinced she’s wrong.
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