I saw the guy again at the intersection a few days later and this time he asked me if I wanted to go down his path with him, which made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

I looked behind me to the path I was so obsessed with and for some reason I felt guilty. I told the guy I had other plans, which was a lie, and I quickly went on with my day.

I did feel bad for turning the guy down, but I just felt too anxious to go with him and I honestly really did not want to either.

I enjoyed his company, but while comparing our talks with the ones I had with the boy, I realised that I did not feel any of the nervous or butterfly feelings I felt back then.