We were making our way down the steps of one of the city's famous underpasses, and my heart was pounding against my chest. I thought it was just gonna jump right out and slap me right across the face for being ridiculously nervous. Why am I this nervous? I thought. It never occurred to me that I wanted it so much.
I made a quick prayer--or a cry for help I think is more appropriate--by touching my forehead, then my chest and either side of my shoulders with my fingers. Somehow it always made me feel better. Then Avhie said, "Maybe you should ask for a sign or something! Like a butterfly!" We all burst out in laughter. "A butterfly in the city?" I dubiously retorted. It sounded so silly! We were all laughing hard that people were looking. But in my head I agreed. I guess what makes it a clear-cut sign is that it's almost as close to never.
We reached the other end of the underpass and the sun gave a glare that was warm against our skin. It felt nice--it was a windy day.
Just one more block. I thought to myself. The streets were filled with people walking in fast paces and buildings lined up one after the other like pieces of blocks.
And then I looked up, and there it was.
A small, faint-yellow butterfly fluttering past above my head.