Obsession

Cindy wouldn’t call it an obsession. Oh no, definitely not. It’s more like… an inexplicable gravitational pull. Like her heart decided to moonwalk every time she thought of him, leaving her brain in the dust.

His name dances out of her mouth in whispers, often accompanied by a goofy grin she tries (and fails) to hide. When life throws its chaos her way, Cindy simply closes her eyes, and there he is. Her brain’s personal screensaver of calm and charm. Instant smile generator. It’s almost unfair.

In those rare moments when Cindy has a breather after a long day, she finds herself scrolling through his posts like a caffeinated Sherlock Holmes. Some of them she’s read so many times and are practically tattooed on her frontal lobe. But hey, it’s not about memorizing them for they look new every day. What Cindy craves is hearing his voice in her head. You know, the one she’s never actually heard but feels like she knows. Totally normal.

Her days are peppered with these little crazy moments like a highlight reel of accidental daydreaming. She hasn’t given her feelings for him a name yet. Love? Crush? Twitterpation? Nah. Cindy isn’t about to jump to conclusions. But whatever it is, it’s warm, fuzzy, and as addictive as a bag of spicy chips. She’s not letting it go anytime soon.

Lately, Cindy’s been getting braver. She thinks he should know. Yep, she is tempted to let the cat out of the bag, claws and all.

So, tomorrow, Friday, November 23rd, she’s heading to the Big Square 680 launch. Why? Because there’s a tiny chance he might be there. And if he is, Cindy might just master the courage to spill everything. Or, you know, she could chicken out, order the flavoured spicy pork ribs and bill it on him. Either way, it’s about to go down.