“I want to get to know you, but every time I try, you disappear. Every time I stop by and know you’re home, you don’t answer.” I quickly deleted the email before I hit send. I knew I couldn’t send Jared another desperate email. The phrase of “it can only get better from here” flashed through my mind, but I knew it was a lie.
I knew I was obsessing over Jared and I couldn’t stop trying to contact him. I needed to find a better way to get him to notice me and I knew email wasn’t going to work. I sat back into my couch and tried to come up with a new plan. Email was too impersonal and I didn’t want to be the creep who put a read receipt on the emails to my crush. I knew time was running out and Jared was slipping away. I had started breathing exercises because my anxiety over Jared had increased so much.
Thirty minutes later, I had the beginnings of a plan. Of a ruse to get him to love me just as much as I loved him. The key I had duplicated two weeks before was burning a hole in my purse. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but Jared’s keys had been sitting on the counter and I couldn’t help myself. I knew he wouldn’t be home tonight and I knew exactly what and who he would like to see when he got home.
Standing Room Only 