The day I met him was like any other, except for the butterflies that swirled around in my stomach. The clamminess of my palms was so much that I couldn't hold unto the purse in my hands.
There I stood at the bus stop, anxiously scanning every car that drove by. He had already described his car to me as an old model Toyota Camry, but I didn't care as I scanned the driver of every car I saw.
I was meeting Lovey for the first time. we had met weeks ago on Facebook. The second I saw him, I knew in my bones that I had met "the one", and afterwards, all I could hope for was that he'd like me too, and he did. All the endless phone calls, texts and video calls have led us to today, our first meeting.
I clutched my purse tighter in my hands and wished he would just show up so that I can get it over with. I tried to calm my nerves.
"So what if he doesn't like you", I muttered to myself. "What's the...