begin again

I open the dorm doors and step outside while the cold air worsens my week-long cough. There was his car that always played Mumford & Sons parked by the side walk, ready to pick me up. When the car door was open and I had successfully crawled in my lungs forced a nonstop coughing fit. I am too good at being attractive, nothing says "that's hot" like a girl who sounds like a man and makes wheezing noises every time she breathes. I'm so sick and I'm so embarrassing.

His blinker flashed a left arrow and each turn led us closer to the pharmacy. The music played softly in the background and I couldn't help but anticipate every time he would sing along. His voice is awesome. Whenever the car had found it's way to a nearby parking spot he showed me a magic trick. He amazes me, he really does. Ten minutes later we found our way to the pharmacy counter of Walgreens asking to pick up a prescription. It was a great day because we had a great time together even if it involved medicine and an excessive amount of used kleenexes.

Whenever he laughs, I can't help but join along. He likes my jokes and I like him. My strange sense of humor doesn't find itself welcomed by many people I come in contact with. Everything is natural instead of forced when it comes to his company. Today, he looked into my eyes. He told me that he could tell me what card I picked by the reflection in my eyes. He asked whether I believed him, and told me to look up. It wasn't until that moment that I realized he could easily make me melt. His eyes are so beautiful. My heart sped up to a pace it hasn't' reached in awhile.

He walked me back to my dorm and made himself comfortable on the couch. I sat beside him as he helped me do the assignment that involved too many chemistry equations. His arm slipped around me and I found myself not moving away but closer. The best part is, nothing else crossed my mind in that moment. His arms were the only arms I thought about not some other boys. Recent breakups are a breeding ground for rebounds and I respect him too much to put him on that level. Friendship is a great thing and unfortunately I'm not ready to be anything more. Maybe he is a new beginning for me, though.

This doesn't mean anything other than a few butterflies. He's a really nice guy.