by YoungCanoeist » Sat Feb 14, 2015 2:45 pm
A few months ago, in the fall, I noticed a familiar-looking, stylish young man in my school cafeteria. After a couple more sightings, I realized it was , and I had a beautiful opportunity cradled in my hands.
Months went by, and I hardly saw him. Or when I did, I was headed somewhere and couldn't spare a moment. He always looked calm and collected, sporting Stan Smiths and a contemplative focus.
Then, one dinner, I was walking slowly into the cove-like vegetarian station. Trailmix swiftly rounded my path and emerged right in front of me; it was time. Keeping my pace and centered attention, I caught him. I touched his shoulder, gaze directed elsewhere, at the menu.
"Have you ever tried the old trail mix?" I looked at him.
His awareness exploded like the expanding universe as he began to make sense of the situation. His eyes darted, left to right, then down my outfit and back to my face. I think his mouth opened in confusion. I grinned like a maniac. My hands shook like I just had my first kiss.
We exchanged some woahs and some laughs. He asked what website I was on, I said care-tags. He said right on. We bumped fists, we went separate ways. I'll see you again, trailmix. I'll see you again, in my dreams.