Chapter 26
Connie was simply not that type of person.
I’ve often wondered when it was that I first fell in love with Connie. I’ll never be able to fix on the moment, the place, the look we exchanged or the words she shared, which forced me to give up my heart to her. Maybe I was simply in love with her right from the beginning, and only realized it when I was already ensnared. I couldn’t quite pinpoint when they began, those thoughts, but every time it happened, I would swear it was the last. I knew I didn’t fancy her the way I did other girls, those silly, passing infatuations. There were the tell-tale signs of a crush and none of them existed with Connie. I wasn’t afraid of her. I didn’t stammer or trip over my words. I didn’t zone out when she was near and fixate on her every movement. I could actually hold a conversation with her. She was my best friend, my better half. Any feelings I had for her were nothing more than a slip-up, a malfunctioning in my brain.