Yesterday, something happened to me that I don't admit to very often. I was taken completely by surprise. You know how it feels when you think you're the only person who knows about something, and then hear somebody talking about it like its nobody's business? Kind of like that. It's been three years since we met, and all this time, I was under the impression that girl from camp had no idea I had ever fallen for her. Imagine my surprise, when I hear it from the source's mouth herself:
"Hey Eli, remember our first year? And then on the last day when I figured out you were into me..."
What.
As far as I remembered, this information was never disclosed. I certainly could not of hinted at it at that time, since I was clad in the steel of social awkwardness. Now, nearly two years after that day, I'm finally informed there was no barrier between my thoughts and her knowledge.
Startalk, year three. Our friendship is alive and well. In fact, we're some of the very few survivors from our first year. We passed a unique point where we mutually friend zoned each other in the dark. Life moves on.
That's all. Enjoy my public emotional battlefields.
Peace out, readers.
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