I move off to college in three odd weeks. I am terrified. My insides churn and gurgle at the thought of being alone in a big city. But I’m strong, I can handle it.

Tomorrow I am determined to have “the talk” with one of my guy friends that may infact be more than a friend. Considering the other pressure points in my life, this should be nothing. But, I am so torn up about the prospect of this conversation that I can not sleep. This feeling is more intense than any of my other apprehensions. I feel sick. Good God what is happening to me?

I’m going to lie here, in the dark, mulling over the excruciating details of the prospective conversation, trying to find the perfect way to lead him to say “yes, there is something going on between us.”