:)

All in the rush of a blind moment, 5 years melted from my experience and the nervous child in me was set on vibrate. A moment's thought parted my sea of confidence and let his soldiers in to batter my defenses. I suppose it was hopeless to think I could tackle something I was so intimidated by.

That's the thing that puzzles me, though. I've taken on SO much in my time here. Before DeVry, I could hardly approach the cashier at a shop without losing my cool. Since then, I've pushed my way to the top of a lot of chains without fear or loose nerves. I've been at knifepoint shaking less than I did in his grasp.

I can't explain it. I can find excuses, sure. I'm out of practice. I'm too worried about impressing him. Blah bah blah...

What matters isn't that I'm a wreck in his arms, or that I'm worrying about EVERY little detail in his presence. No, none of that is important...

What matters is... I think the world of him. And he knows it.


"Not a bad day. "