Being the Halloween season, I think it only appropriate to tell you my ZOMBIE story.
It begins back in High School. Our families became good friends and I inevitably fell for him. It was a good hard crush and nothing more. He even liked me back and we had a mutual “I like you, you like me” elementary school-esque non-relationship. However, after almost a year of that he decided to move on. I was crushed, but slowly got over him. STRIKE ONE.
A year and a half later… we’d both dated other people and had graduated from High School. Just before both coming up to school, Zombie Boy came back to life again. I was SURE that my feelings had completely left! But no. We dated, only to break up before he went on his mission. This time, my heart broke. I didn’t realize how much I cared for Zombie Boy! It was definitely one of those I’m-in-love-so-you-just-shattered-my-universe breakups. Oh, but he had/has no idea how hard that was for me. STRIKE TWO.
He went on a mission. He came home. That was 7 months ago. For the first 6 months of his return, I was quite content with the fact that I had no feelings for him anymore! I had conquered the Zombie!
Alas, he came back to life again.
Just this month, I’ve been seeing him randomly on campus and spending time with him in small spurts. Somehow there is a spark between us again. Curse those Zombies. I don’t know if my heart can handle a Strike Three!
SO, have three options: Wait silently for the Zombie to make the first move (hoping he does), put my heart out on the line and confess my feelings to the Zombie, or find a really effective Machete.
The One Timer: Over and Out.
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