August 13th. 2:30 P.M. Kenwood.
I gathered my coat, checking my watch. I was wanting to catch Paul at home, so we could talk and hang out.. and... well... who knows what else? I smiled at the thought. I bounded toward the front door, but there was a car already in the front, and it wasn't my driver's... visitors?
"Cynthia!" I called out, searching for her throughout the house. "Someone's here! Are you expecting someone? Where are you?"
A reminder was trying to register itself in the back of my mind, but I couldn't grasp it. Something was going on today... what was it? I couldn't remember, I just wanted to go visit Paul... after hearing his declaration of needing to see me as much as I always needed to see him... I was absolutely DYING to fulfill his request. I just didn't want it to be too obvious I was doing so to people on the outside looking in. If the visits were too constant and too hard to explain away as platonic and unromantic... I didn't think I would be able to maintain them... I pushed my doubts away, no one would know, we could just say we were writing a song or something... but then when would someone finally want to see this "mystery" song? I stopped, took a deep breath and moved on. I was being ridiculous. This was stupid. No one would know...
"CYNTHIA!"
I had to get out of there before my fear talked me out of seeing him.... I finally found her, and a great sigh of relief rushed out of me.
"Cynthia, are you expecting someone? There's a car in the driveway.. I was just heading out. Whoever you are waiting on is here...."
"Cynthia!" I called out, searching for her throughout the house. "Someone's here! Are you expecting someone? Where are you?"
A reminder was trying to register itself in the back of my mind, but I couldn't grasp it. Something was going on today... what was it? I couldn't remember, I just wanted to go visit Paul... after hearing his declaration of needing to see me as much as I always needed to see him... I was absolutely DYING to fulfill his request. I just didn't want it to be too obvious I was doing so to people on the outside looking in. If the visits were too constant and too hard to explain away as platonic and unromantic... I didn't think I would be able to maintain them... I pushed my doubts away, no one would know, we could just say we were writing a song or something... but then when would someone finally want to see this "mystery" song? I stopped, took a deep breath and moved on. I was being ridiculous. This was stupid. No one would know...
"CYNTHIA!"
I had to get out of there before my fear talked me out of seeing him.... I finally found her, and a great sigh of relief rushed out of me.
"Cynthia, are you expecting someone? There's a car in the driveway.. I was just heading out. Whoever you are waiting on is here...."