Two days ago, I sat at a table in the front lawn with a boy who claims to be a magician. All I know about him is the craving he has for chickfila and chocolate milk every Thursday and his occasional outdoor adventures. For weeks I've been a friend and done my absolute best to not get carried away by his personality. I haven't even finished my first semester of freshman year yet, I don't want a guy to commit to. Right now I'm focusing on anything but how much I've fallen for him this past month.
I say that, but in all honesty I just lied to you.
Last week after lab our pace slowed down to meet each other out the door. He walked me past the science building toward the front lawn on campus. I broke the silence with a question, "Have you ever wanted to sit on the Benson steps and soak in the awesomeness of Fall while watching people go by?" He responded by "Let's do it!" So there we were, sitting on the Benson steps, and that's when I discovered his talent for magic. He gave me a show and I could not believe how amazing he was. I wanted to show him off to the world. We continued with a conversation about psychology, families back home, and the future. It was that day when I realized I might be interested and how am I supposed to not focus on that?
Next weekend, we are supposed to go waterfall hunting together. Instead of taking me to a movie or something boring like that, we are going to visit some waterfalls in the area. I feel like such a loser for jumping up and down about this because it's not even a date. My friends like him, I like him, what can I say? He's the guy who created the beautiful mess in my life.
He magically stole my heart. Except it wasn't the magic, it was him.
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