Nearly a year ago, from the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew something significant could possibly immerse. He always kept his distance and he didn’t utter anything else, unless it was work related. He came and went like the nightfall at the end of the day. I always told myself that if he gave me the time of day or even just a few seconds of his time, I would stop all my foolishness for him. No more late night calls. No more in the middle of the night rings. Just him.

And right when I decided to throw in the white towel, I get a call from him to my work number. And he invites me out for dinner. My heart accelerated, nearly ripped out my shirt but I kept my cool and I accepted. We exchanged numbers and now I find myself writing about it. I’m so anxious. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. And I must admit. . . . . I’m thrusting over this feeling. I can’t even explain it, I can only feel it in my body. As if all these protons, neutrons, and electrons can’t make sense out of it either. But if you ask me, I’m ready. I’m ready this time. Peace.