There are two sides to every beginning: hope, and fear.
It's a rare occurrence for me to experience the latter, and I must say, I have never been so scared in my life. Not, it's nothing serious as getting murdered (literally) or dying due to an unknown sickness. This is a matter of the heart. But the heart may ultimately kill me, slowly, but without a doubt.
Who knew I'd be in this situation right now? Who knew that when it started three weeks ago, I'd find myself yearning to regret that spark. Oh dear god. That spark. That brief moment when our eyes lingered across each others', and that faintest fire in his eyes that is now a bonfire of reds, oranges, and a tinge of purple. So endearing. So enticing. So human.
When was I caught off-guard?
The universe is surely playing a prank on me, right? I've long guarded my heart from cute smiles, deep eyes that seem to read my soul, people with direct lines to my funny bone - but what is this mess I'm in right now? What mess am I right now? Pardon the language, but fuck.
There's no way April is going to be this flighty. Hopefully.
It's like being caught in the middle of a storm. Pretty cliché, wouldn't you think? But that is exactly how it feels to be struck suddenly in the most vulnerable areas of yourself. It's chaos. Wind, water, sand, paper, gravel, dirt, tears... it's all in there. Well, maybe not the "tears" part... yet.
How can one brain process so many emotions? Should emotions go through a process, even?
I don't even know anymore.
If I'm sure about one thing, it's that this is incredibly WRONG. Too wrong that it kind of relieves me. Kind of. He's sparked so many emotions in me during the past 3 weeks that I have not been able to internalize just yet. There we are again with the spark. Damn.
I feel like punching a wall (of flowers and glitter). I'm an old dog that way. How do you get rid of this... this... infatuation? Is it, really?
Ladies and Gents, you are witnessing the scrambled thoughts of an Aries woman, and it's NOT pretty.
What to do? What to do?
Every time he sits near me, I freeze, my heartbeat epileptic. He absent-mindedly touches my hair and I swallow. What is wrong with me? We talk, everything career-related. Then, just when I'm about to relax, he touches my shoulder. This gesture sends me into another black hole. A black hole of regret at ever being responsive to his slightest touch.
I already have a man, goddammit.
I want to tell him to back off, to let me be, to leave me with my thoughts that are already in a blur in my head. I look up at him, and I see his eyes. They're laughing. At me? With me? Does he notice? What do I do?
What do I do?