I walk back from my trip to the city, enter my building with freshly clean hair and make eye contact with the girl in elevator one. I’m too tired to care that she didn’t hold the door for me and proceed to wait for lift number two. 

It arrives from the basement, the door opens and I see a girl. I walk into the space and surprise, there is the cute boy I only plan on seeing once a week. He says something, I know it’s “Hey” but I take off my headphones anyway.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I just said ‘hey’”

“Oh. Hi. How’s it going?”

“Okay. You?”

“Okay.”

(silence)

3 of us, 3 different floors and I am aware that my time with him is winding down.

Me: “How’s work for (the class we share together) going?”

“Not good.”

“Really? Are the ideas just not coming or…”

(shakes head) “I just have so much work I haven’t even started yet”.

“I know the feeling.”

We arrive on his floor.

“Good luck.”

“You too.”

That’s it. All of 2 minutes and yet as soon as I get off the elevator, I’m smiling at the thought of how cute he looked with his face scruff and burgundy pants, carrying a laundry basket (how…quaint). And I begin to sing. SING! Like I’m the only one in my apartment (totally not the case).

One of the very few highlights of my week. He made my heart smile and although that sounds so sappy, it’s true. Don’t get all worried; I’m not in love with him or anything. He’s just a cute boy who I talk to. I know my place and know how temporary this is. I’m going to try to enjoy this crush. Take advantage of how happy these brief exchanges make me.

I need this positive in my life. So very badly.