I love this. I love nothing more than looking back at my old self. Seeing how I've changed, how I've lost certain beliefs and changed my opinions. I love how I've been willing to be corrected and taught. Looking back makes me excited for the person I'll be tomorrow.
Jay just nods. "Does she know?" he asks. I shrug. "She's straight. I am not her type." "Are you sure?" He asks. "Yeah." "I've seen the way she looks at you, Cassidy, and it's not the way a straight friend looks at her platonic pal." He says. I shrug, but I can't help but wonder if he's right. I wonder if maybe she could love me too. But I think this is a dream.
This is almost like my granddads. When mum and dad met and introduced their parents, my granddads realised they shared a hospital room as a 10 and 8-year-old. That was during WWII and the closest hospital was a military field hospital that was inspected by Hitler himself. When Hitler came round, the soldier thought it would be a good idea to have the two kids (who at the time had no idea who Hitler was) give Hitler a bunch of flowers.