Barbie

Conflicted

It was the best of decisions, it was the worst of decisions.

It was the worst because I overdressed for a beach party, the best because of all the cheeky compliments my friends had to offer.

It was the worst because it was humid and I was sweating incessantly, the best because he reached out to brush strands of hair off my sweaty shoulder, twice.

It was the worst because The Weeknd was blasting from the portable speaker, and I couldn’t dance with my arms in the air without my top riding up, the best because he kept making fun of me about it.

It was the worst because someone dropped their pizza, cheese first, onto my sleeve, the best because, well, we were eating cheese pizza on the beach with stars and planes in the sky. Blinking. It felt like a teenage dream.

It was the best because he was looking at me like that.

It was the worst because he was looking at me like that, because he was leaving again soon.