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  • I have been sitting here wondering if all of this is really happening. Is it real? Or, is it all in my head? I mean, the night it happened, it was pretty late and for all I know, it could have been a dream. How do any of us know what is actually reality? It blows my mind to think of this which makes me think of it all the more.

    We were just sitting and talking about the most random things from our families to our friends, and of course, the people we've had crushes on. What I liked about this conversation is how honest it was. I didn't have the need to check what I was saying or anything of that sort. I just spoke my mind and he did, too. Everything was going well with the sounds of the air conditioning and the mellow music I had playing from my iPod clock. We talked for about two hours and right at the end, that's when everything changed.

    I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did, but once it was there, there was no going back. I was terrified--my body was shaking, my hands were sweaty, and my heart was beating fast. I've done something similar like this once before, but it didn't work out well so I was extremely hesitant to try again with someone else. He knew what I was going to say and he was just waiting for me to say it. Playing dumb didn't work because I was too far in, so I took a minute to compose myself.

    With a shaky voice, I said, "Hey, I like you."

    I was nervous about what response I was going to get, so I shut my eyes to prepare for the worst. However, this only lasted a half second considering he said, "I like you, too."

    Anything could have happened in that moment and what did will change me forever. I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me since nothing like this every happens to me. I barely slept that night because I didn't know what everything that happened meant. Were we together? Did he want to be? Did I want to be? Was I really going to take this risk?

    The next day as I was packing the remaining of my things, neither of us said anything about it. This made me wonder if what happened last night was a dream. What if I imagined the whole thing and I never said anything? What if I was still dreaming and he was actually never here? What if I'm going crazy?

    All these thoughts were flying through my head until he said, "We should talk about last night."

    I nodded in agreement, and it wasn't until all of anything that was mine was moved out of the room that we talked. There was no formal asking. This was not a one-sided situation. He had said the ball was in my court, but I didn't think so. We came to a mutual agreement and just like that, we were together.

    Then again, this could have all been a dream or my vivid imagination gone wild. Who knows?
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