Love You in All Your Forms

I wish I could just be there. We don't have to talk. I just want to be the person he wants to be with. That's all. And I honestly can't believe I'm saying this out loud. These are the thoughts that have terrified me since I was 18. Being in love, or the concept, is scary. I can already see how part of me has dissolved into him, and I'll never get that piece of me back. Dominic hasn't reached out to me in a few days, since the morning after the sleepover. I want to give him the space he needs, but I don't want him to forget that I'm here.

I head to the shower without much direction for the day. Maybe I'll work some more on art, maybe I'll go grab some lunch, or maybe I'll go over to the rink and.. STOP. Claire, you know better! Give. Him. His. Space. As hard as that is, that's what I need to try to do.

Cranking Beyoncé seemed like the only logical thing to do while showering. As Partition comes on, I let my mind wander to Dom. Him in the place of Jay-Z, and I'm Queen Bey, of course. Unfortunately, trying to be platonic about a man you place in this song is difficult. So I try to ignore my mind for the rest of that one.

I get out and I try to find an outfit I would look cute in, just in case. Not that I'm going to go out of my way to see him today but.. Oh, who am I kidding? I will look for every opportunity to possibly see him I can. I settle on a loose, off the shoulder, grey sweater. I pair it with jeans sliced at the knees, and a pair of black booties. I perfect my makeup and make sure my hair looks..decent. Trying to keep up an "effortless" look is certainly not effortless.

Finding myself blocks from the rink, I give in. It won't hurt anything to stop by. He probably won't even be there..but I hope he is.

Notes

So sorry that I've been MIA. Hopefully two chapters in one day will make up for it!