A Condition

Mike,

So picture this, we were sat under a huge oak tree on the grass at the end of the day.  The birds were singing high above us and the light played with shadows on our faces, you know really romantic stuff.  Really SCARY romantic stuff.  Sophie was wearing this patterned dress, kinda short, but without breaking any rules.  We listened to the wind rushing through the branches above us.  It was so warm.  A part of me just wanted to reach out and hold her hand.  But of course I resisted.

Then I spoke.  “Sophs, you know I’m not really normal right?”
“Would I be hanging out with you if you were?” she replied.  She had a good point.
“There’s something about me you don’t know.  Something that will most definitely change our friendship?”
“Let me be the judge of that”

I’ve known Sophie Bexter for around six months.  She’s always been just there, you know?  Having her disappear on me the other day really freaked me out.  Much more than I cared to admit.  That’s why I decided to tell her.

“I have a condition.”  But that was as far as I got.  Billy Turnball thought it would be hilarious to kick a football at us, and after that the moment was gone.  I will tell her.  It may just take me a little longer.

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