I'd always imagined that realizing you like someone would be a blissful moment. I pictured something like going down a hill on a rollercoaster. You waited for so long to reach the top, your anticipation becoming nearly unbearable. Realizing you like someone is when you're done waiting, you begin descending. Things move rapidly, your stomach drops. You can hardly see where you're going, only feel it. The thing about that descent is, you're falling. You go through so many twists and turns that it can make you feel a little nauseous. Once you fall, there's no going back. Watching Grant talk to the waitress, asking for a booth for the two of us, I desperately wanted to go back. Her eyes lit up as he spoke. I had to look away as he touched her arm, smirking. I willed myself to think of anything
