For a moment I felt like I was floating.He’d kissed me. Kissed me! Kissed me!But the logical side of my mind soon kicked in.The war in my mind went something like this:
You’ve only known him a day.
A magical day.
You have no idea what he’s really like.
He came to hospital with my drunk dad.
What if it’s just an act?
An act?why would someone put on a show like that to get involved with me? No one wants it that much.
Um, remember Colorado?
I don’t like to think about that.
Exactly.
He isn’t anything like Colorado.
How do you know?
I have this feeling.
Really…
Fine, I have no idea.
Exactly.
Stop saying that.
No.
Fine.
Take it slowly- if he really cares, he’ll take it slowly too.
What if he doesn’t?
Then we won’t have a repeat of the Colorado incident.
What if it’s already too late?
It’s only been a day, you can’t love him already.
Don’t be too sure.
All the more reason to play it safe.
Fine. I’ll take it slow.
Sigh, conversations with myself.Why is my life so complicated?