Boys.

Across the locker banks he gives her that "you look nice today" nod paired with a charming smile that knocks her off balance. Not that she's got the best equilibrium to begin with. He walks over casually and asks her about her day. The conversation is smooth and she's got an Oscar-worthy performance masking her nerves and shallow breathing. There's no way he would be able to know what she's really thinking: do I look okay? He just laughed at me, do I laugh too? What if I snort? He won't think that's cute. He just asked you a question! Think of an answer. Think of an answer. Now dammit!

She's all but turned into a butterfly from the swarm infesting her stomach. But in about thirty seconds those butterflies would take flight and land in some other lucky girl's stomach. He is a gentleman. Pays special attention to every butterfly in the hallway. She realizes she isn't a butterfly, but instead a moth. No, no, no. She shakes her head and gets angry with herself. She knows she shouldn't think like that, but it's so hard not to when she sees him make every other girl feel the way she feels. She doesn't stand out. Not to him. Smile she tells herself. Suck it up and smile.

She watches the way he flirts with other girls. He seems so much happier around them. Is it all in her head? She can't be certain. Every now and again he catches her eye and without saying a word, a whole conversation can be had. He's different than any other boy she's known yet he's the same in so many ways. Could she trust him? Was he worth the effort? Of course he was. Is. But could she let herself become attached to someone who didn't belong to her? Could she handle the disappointment that would follow if he told her he didn't want to be hers?

Insecurities.

Boys. I don't know about you guys, but I hate how much I love them. For such "simple" creatures, they dish out more mixed signals than any GPS ever could. And we all know how simple unreliable those things are. That little story thing I wrote is a developing idea I have for a story/book. It's obviously vague, but I know I can relate to the unnamed girl as I'm sure many of you can. Boys make us care about what we're wearing, what our hair looks like, and if we look good enough. As much as I complain though, life wouldn't be half as enjoyable without them.

I'm a big believer (BIG) in soul mates. Or maybe not soul mates, but at least the idea that there is someone out there for every one and you will eventually find him/her. Sometimes you just need to stop looking and let them find you.

Everyone loves a good surprise, right?

Tip of the day: Believe in love.

click that link, you'll be happy you did!