Maybe Miracles Do Happen

After church on Sunday my parents and I were talking about the weekend and how things had gone with Brandon. I told them how comfortable it was to be with them and how much I liked Brandon already. I also explained that even though we hadn't been close friends previous to this trip I felt so close to him already. And I already missed him! Which was weird to me, knowing that I had actually gotten used to goodbyes from past college experiences.

My dad mentioned that he liked Brandon a lot (more than any other guy he had met). My mom seemed a little more cautious. She expressed her approval of Brandon but cautioned me to not get my hopes up. I think my mom was just worried about me getting hurt and I couldn't blame her. In the past I had let my heart surpass logic. I had fallen for guys who really didn't care about me, and I had been hurt before. But in the past year I had been trying to learn from previous mistakes because I was determined to never fall for another guy unless he had first said in plain words, that we was falling for me. And so I explained to my mom that I would be careful, and not make any assumtions from the previous day.

That same day when I was on facebook I happened to be talking to my friend (and old FHE brother) Spencer Brown. Spencer just happed to have been Brandon's roommate during the previous semester. He asked me what I had been up to and I mentioned that Brandon had come for a visit. Spencer asked how things had gone. I said that they had gone fine. Spencer seemed to sensed my hesitation and asked more directly how I felt about Brandon. I admitted that I had feelings for Brandon, but that I was trying not to. He asked me why I didn't want to have feelings for Brandon. I explained that I was tired of getting hurt and didn't want to get hurt again because I was used to being disappointed.

Spencer seemed to understand why I would feel that way but told me that he felt like I might have some hope in this case. I was a little surprised and confused by this. I begged Spencer to tell me if he knew anything. Spencer started to explain that my name had come up a few times during the semester and that Brandon had always made positive remarks about me. I wasn't convinced that some positive comments were anything more than a reflection of Brandon's character. Spencer tried to convince me that he thought it could be more than that. He said that he was determined to find out and would ask Brandon himself. I assured Spencer that such a gesture was not neccessary, but Spencer was determined to find out.

The next day while on break at work I realized my phone was missing. I was pretty sure I hadn't taken it out to the field so I hoped that it would be at home when I got there. So, as soon as I got back to my house I ran to my room to make sure I hadn't lost my phone. When I found my phone in my room I was happy to see a message from Spencer saying something like "So, I talked to Brandon and I have something you might like to know." He kept trying to keep me in suspense but I told him he better tell me what Brandon said before I went crazy.

It felt like at least ten minutes passed between each text message, though it may have only been seconds. But finally Spencer decided to finally satisfy my curiosity and said "Well, Brandon likes you."

I could not believe it. I felt my world had turned on its axle. "This never happens to me. How is it possible? It must be a miracle! But how will this ever work?" I thought "I live more than four hours away from him? But maybe miracles do happen after all."