It's now or never, your last chance to do it. To spit it out, to get it out there, so it doesn't have to stay locked up inside you and you can finally figure out if you fly with it, or let it fly away. He's standing in front of you, the chatter around you that is strangely just as calming as the trickle of water is overwhelming, and you think for a second, through all the noise, how you're gonna do this. You take a gulp of air which doesn't suffice because you're breathing to heavily. You go to take another attempt at a deep calming breath hoping the words will just fall out and you won't have to deal with this part anymore. You choke on your words and only get another gulp of air. Shit, you think, why the hell is this so difficult, you talk to him all the time, it shouldn't be this hard! So you chicken out turn around and pretend to be interested in your friends over there, keeping him in your peripheral vision. A friend greatly informed of your situation is keeping him separated from the group, making it easier.
Finally able to get some air you take a deep breath, a filling one this time, and slow your heart rate. Alright, you breathe, let's have another go.
You approach your target, and immediately starting thinking of every way this operation could fail. And you through a wish out to any luck, energy, or being out there listening for some success.
Hey! He turns around as you walk up and greets you. Nervously you let out a Hi! and smile. Your confidant gives you a knowing look and sends you a non-verbal message that blatantly yells TELL HIM, and walks away suddenly finding somewhere to be.
........(to be continued)
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