​Raina

I could sense a sadness in Raina the first time I met her. And with each passing meeting, that sadness stayed consistent. I took that personally.

One day, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m tired of pretending like I can’t see this. Why are you so sad? What’s bothering you?” Raina opened her mouth, and then slowly shut it again. She looked so cute at that moment; I wanted to kiss her. The mouth opened again. This time it did speak: “I’m not sad. What are you talking about?” I hadn’t planned on this. I hadn’t planned anything. I never do. But now that I had blurted out what was on my mind, I had no choice but to engage in discussion.