I stared blankly at my ceiling as I laid on my back. Both of my hands were on my chest as I struggled to ignore my heartbeat that drummed within my ears. I feel lost and confused, but happy and certain. I'm not used to the combination, it's truly odd. Happiness takes me up and then anxiety immediately brings me back down, so in that combination I could only lie still on my bed to try to understand these feelings. I am like a tangled ball of yarn. The parts that are untangled are still available and usable, while the rest is a mess and useless until it is untied. That mess is a perfect reflection of what I'm feeling: endless and unyielding.
I touched my lips gingerly as I started to recall our kiss. Red leaked into my cheeks as I nervously smiled and bit my lower lip. This was honestly all
