As I stand there, thinking about my next move, my heart is thumping, my fingers are twitching, my eyes are glazed, and my head is buzzing. I feel like am in a game of chess, but am not playing it, I am just a pawn in the mercy of the hands that are playing me. Damn! Why is this so hard? Uff......... I try to breathe slowly to calm myself down. It's ok dear heart, you have thought this through. I have thought this through Really have thought this through. Being the President of the Overthinking Club means that I have thought through every possible way it can be thought about. I have dissected this like a frog in a lab - emotionally and irrationally I have prepared myself for every kind of rejection. You might be confused - I will handle it with explaining myself clearly, Surprised - I will be gentle to break it calmly Run away from me - There is a solid possibility that you can run away, that's why am cornering you in the classroom, where you have les...
The waiting lounge in the airport was not that cheery as he expected, he bought a coffee and sat down on a cold chair in the depressing lounge. He checked his watch to note that he still had a long time, just then he heard her voice. "Excuse me, Can I join you?" He looked around himself to make sure she is talking to him and gestured her to sit down. He noted that she had no other place to sit, other than the chair vacant in his table. She placed her trolley neatly by her side and slide in the chair opposite to him, placed her coffee down and smiled at him while she said "Thank you, I was hoping you were alone" He was bewildered, imagining her flirting with him at the first contact, he squinted his eyes skeptically while he asked "What?" She looked up to him, saw his expression and chuckled while she said "I mean, so that I can sit here. I didn't mean it in any other way" But before she said her explanation he was s...