A New Love

I am in love. Crazily, madly, giddily in love. I am spending the weekend with my lover. I’ve had feelings for him for a long time, but we’ve only recently started dating. I have a terrible time packing to leave because I can’t stand the thought of leaving. I take a plane home. It lands with a thud, and I’m momentarily afraid that we’ve crashed. I go to my parents’ house where I’m meeting my brother for a weekend long party (our parents will not be there). When I get there the only person at the house is a guy I haven’t seen since high school. I didn’t know he’d be there. It’s not lunch yet, but he’s already been drinking and gets sick. We laugh about it. Two more people from high school show up as well as some of their dogs and some of my brother’s friends. We have fun trying to figure out where everyone is going to sleep. The next morning we laugh at one of my high school friends who slept on the couch – he can’t sleep late because the rest of us are already awake and chatting in the living room. There is a big discussion about dogs and cats. My brother asks me to call the man I’m in love with about something. No one knows about us yet. I go to the dining room where it’s quiet to make the phone call. I go back to the living room a couple of times to get my cell phone (for the number) and my notebook (to write down any information I might need). I’m stalling. I want to talk to him, but I’m terrified. I’m afraid the weekend with him was, well, a dream.