"We walked to where we would live for the next week in almost complete silence. There was the occasional question, but I’ve never been much for small talk and I think that she could sense that. Looking back on that moment, those brief minutes of walking down a gravel path I remember feeling jealous. I didn’t know this girl, but there was something about her that made me want to be like her and that scared me. It wasn’t the first time that I had experienced jealousy, but it was the first time that I felt it so strongly towards a stranger. In those moments the other word that came to mind was ‘unworthy’. She was beautiful, funny, comfortable, and I knew that there was some God-given talent that completed the package. In my book this girl was “cool”. I felt inferior and in awe all that once. I don’t know what kind of first impression I made on her, but this was what I saw from where I stood. Little did I know that it would set a precedent for the years that followed."
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