I bit my nails anxiously as I drove home from work.
I thought about ben, and how little I knew about him.
It almost made me sick how much I loved a stranger.
“Jesus.” I hissed, only to myself. “What are you doing with your life?” I asked myself again. I didn’t answer. “Pfft.” I sighed in defeat, and pulled into my narrow driveway. I took my sweet time going into the house, there was really no hurry anyway, and I was exausted, not just physically either. I spent 97% of my day thinking about ben, and the rest, breathing. I was like a kid with a serious crush. I flipped the lights on in my living room, it was too dark to see.
My mouth flew open in shock.
“How was work?” He asked non chalantly.
“BEN! Breaking an entering, remember?” I screeched.
I was just glad that I was the one to have gotten home, and not my mother.
“Oh.. yeah, sorry. Forgot.” he said innocently.
he was forgiven.
Damn him.