But what if there was never going to be a right time? It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s very difficult to suddenly turn round one day and say \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, and by the way, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d There needs to be some sort of catalyst, some sort of entry to the subject, before it can even be considered.<\/p>\n
*\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dave said something really weird yesterday.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d*<\/p>\n
She was talking, but Chris wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t paying any attention to her. His mind was elsewhere, playing hopscotch in a sea of fantasies and desires. He pictured the two of them on a beach, or in a meadow, or somewhere else peaceful and isolated. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be looking deep into her eyes, and running his fingers through her hair, and maybe they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be eating pork pies on a picnic blanket, and running barefoot through the surf.<\/p>\n
*\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He just randomly announced that he loves me. I was quite surprised.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d*<\/p>\n
Chris was snapped back into reality. A sudden intake of breath.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh yes?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
*\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah. Can you imagine that? Spending years pretending to be my friend, and then… this!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d*<\/p>\n
Chris kept his focus firmly on the pavement. He studied the regularity of the slabs, the moss that grew in the cracks, the way that the roots from the trees were forcing the surface up and causing large bumps in the ground every few feet.<\/p>\n
*\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I think that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m avoiding him now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d*<\/p>\n
Chris briefly tested his mouth for moisture and stability. He didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want this next sentence to come out all squeaky or shaky.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, I don’t blame you. God, what a weirdo.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Well, that answers that then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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