As I opened the door, I took a deep breath. I figured I wouldn’t be breathing easily for the next few hours so I should take a big one now; just in case. As we walked to the door, four hours later, I realized I’d been breathing fine all along. As he was leaving, I realized that for the past few hours, I hadn’t thought of my anxiety, my fears, my phobias, my life right now at all.
Him: This was so much fun!
Me: It was!
Him: We should do it again!
Me: Yes!
Him: Are you going away for the long weekend?
Me: Nope. Isn’t it supposed to snow?
Him: Only on like Tuesday. Plus it is June.
Me: Yes, but has anyone ever really predicted the weather accurately, especially in Utah?
Him: Good point. Look, I’m free all weekend. Let’s go out next time.
Me: Gasp. Are you saying you don’t like my house?
Him: I like your house just fine.I just don’t want to impose on your family.
Me: That’s true.
Him: So, we’ll go out next time?
Me: Maybe.
Then I closed the door, took another deep breath and laughed.
Because now he probably thinks I don’t want to see him again.
After a month and a half. . . This short segment has now added to chapters of our story. :)
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