unfinished snippets

(maybe this time is different)

I told myself I was getting over you. That's typical me, though, being without you for one day and thinking that everything will be fine if things don't work out with us. That I'll be fine.

Tonight was different than most. You sat next to me and let my hand brush your sleeve, and my knee touch your thigh. You let me prop my arm up on your shoulder like I always used to do. I hit you when you did something stupid, but you just laughed and continued to do it while looking at me, your eyes crinkling.

And the other guy. Maybe not as big of a deal as I thought, but something's definitely still there. He has blue eyes, you know? And his eyes crinkle, too. I guess that's just another way you two are similar. He likes to make me laugh, even though I don't think he knows how.

You know how. You always have. All you need to do is say something idiotic and grab my attention and I'm yours. You did that a lot tonight.

Someone brought up the possibility that you could just be doing all this because you're jealous. Is that such a bad thing? Maybe you still like me. Maybe you never stopped.

Maybe this time is different.