I shake out my hands, trying to rid myself of the stress radiating through my body. As I continue to pace back and forth across this bridge, I silently curse myself for the hundredth time for showing up more than a half hour early. I’m not even sure why I’m as nervous as I am. This isn’t the first time I’ve told someone I love them. Did I necessarily mean it the way I do now back then? No. But still! The same energy applies.
I check my phone for any messages, but don’t see anything. Odd. Eileen has been really over prepared thus far. Sort of weird that she’s not already here. I mean, everyone’s got to be late at some point, and I’m probably overly concerned about nothing.
Five or so minutes later, I finally spot Eileen strolling toward me. She wears a dark gray turtleneck that clings to her frame in the most attractive way possible. Her dark jeans pair nicely with the outfit, but her head hangs low as she walks, almost as if she’s weighed down by some sort of phantom control.