Are you ever going to call me back?

October 16, 2001

So how does this story start?

I told her that I had a crush on her, and that I'd always had one, and that she ought to know.

She admitted to me that she had crush on me too, or rather, she felt very protective of me which often surprised her.

What was I hoping for then? A declaration of love?

When we hugged each other goodbye, she held onto my waist as I pulled away. It was a simple show of affection, more meaningful than a hug, more sensual than a kiss.

I became afraid that I would never leave if she held onto me for long. I tried to break her hold, but she held tight. That little two-second struggle made me blush.

What am I trying to say? Sometimes feelings are too complicated for words.