I don’t know what this is. But this was supposed to be nothing.

And yet, here we are, my heart racing, my brain giddy, my smile wide.

I am fascinated by you.

I told myself that this would be harmless. Assured myself that it was simple.

I mean, you did only pop into my mind when I viewed my contacts, preparing to delete.

Declutter was my motivation.

Your name was one of the top three, but the first for me to consider for absolute deletion.

I stared at it for a few heartbeats,

recalled where we met and then dipped into the archives.

And, it made sense, to reach out and say hey.

It was supposed to be nothing.