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As I expected, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Nicholas. I have to say, neither could he.

It had been two weeks since our date; we messaged each other since.

Though we didn't see each other often, it felt like we did, between sending each other pictures and videos.

Life must finally be looking out for me again, had finally taken my hand to lead me across the road.

For the first time in so long, things were alright, things were looking up.

I could feel the energy, the attraction between us. Life had finally placed someone in my path to fill the void of despair I had been feeling for so long.

Even my therapist had noticed the change in my attitude, saying that I had come a long way.

(Sadly, they want to keep me on my medication, because of my episode after my parents' death. They said I have manic depression {another term for bipolar}.)

I stared at my phone, wondering if it was ok to ask him out for a second date.

‘Do I want it to?’

‘Yes, yes, I do.’

I sent a message to Nichol