Ever have a moment where you think about all the possibilities? You think and think, then you shove it all aside because it is "impossible". Yeah, that pretty much describes my whole life. I believe(d) love was impossible, someone who would love me for me and not want anyone else. For me, that was unimaginable. Was it because of my daddy issues, trust issues, anxiety, insecurities, or one of the other million things that was wrong with me? The truth is, that never really leaves. I’m not going to tell you that this is some sappy bullcrap where a boy loves a girl so much it fixes her, we all know that stuff is false advertisement. Things break not so other things can fall together, but so that we can see each individual piece as their own and apprieciate it as a whole.

"I haven’t seen him in so long! I didn’t realize he was even back from college." Ella informed me. Ella and I had been best friends since the fourth grade and I knew that if it was a guy she knew everything about him. This guy, I knew very well. He had always been one of the goofy boys I was around growing up just because he was funny. Every once in a while I would imagine maybe something coming of us but it was basically insane.

"Carter Campton? Is that you?" I called with a smile. Oh wow, Carter was definitely better looking now. His hair was longer, he was atleast a head taller than me, his baby fat was gone and damn did he look good.

"Stella?", he began.

"The one and the only!" We gave each other a side hug. Yep, he still smells amazing.

"Hi, I’m Ella. Stella’s best friend," Of course the flirtiest of all flirts had to introduce herself.

"I’m pretty sure the last time I spoke to you, you called me strange little boy. That was my sophmore year of high school." Carter shut Ella down fast. She shrunk into the back ground.

"So what made you decide to come back home? I thought you loved it there?" I questioned. A few of my friends had said Carter liked it where he was and that he had gotten reasonably attractive.

"It just wasn’t for me. Mississippi State isn’t all I hoped, plus HMU is my home. All of my friends are here, so I’m coming back."

"That’s great! I’m guessing you’re here to watch Kyle?"

"Yeah, is Mike on the same team? I never thought about them being on the same team, but I guess that makes sense." He laughed

"I’m glad to see you but maybe we should have a seat," I suggested. We walked to the bleachers and took a seat. Watching the game was so exciting for me, I hadn’t watched a game with Carter since high school. I knew he wasn’t the most athletic human ever, but he always went to watch his little brother.

Without even thinking about it, I got that feeling again. The imagining of the possibilities and chances of it all. Yet again, I burried them deep inside never to be seen again. It wasn’t a good idea to think of Carter as anything other than a friend. So I didn’t, I pulled myself from the clouds and chained my ankles to the ground.