Last Night turned into Today.

I wrote this on my tumblr, but I figured I'd post it here too.

Last night we sat beside each other in class.

Last night I asked how your weekend was.

Last night you told me it was fine.

Last night we talked and talked and talked.

Last night you scratched the back of your head nervously, mumbling and stuttering.

Last night I coughed to ease up the awkward atmosphere.

Last night you asked if I wanted to ‘hang out’.

Last night I said yes and suggested we get on a random bus and see where we end up.

Last night you agreed and waited for me by my locker after school.

Last night we were goofy school children as I shyly took your hand and we walked out of the building, hands entertwined.

Last night was the first time I felt like everything was perfect and was going to turn out fine.

And then I woke up.

Damn Reality.

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Well, today we actually talked. He initiated the conversation. He knows my name. And I'm sure I couldn't stop smiling the whole time. The rest of the day, I felt like my feet were clouds and my stomach was painfully ticklish. This is the best.