Face Hot Again

 I’ve noticed my face gets hot a lot more than it used to. Not in a fever way, just warm. Constantly.

My cheeks go pink too, which kind of gives me away. It happened the other day when I was out. I knew my face felt warm, but I didn’t realize I was blushing until my mom had pointed it out. I think it was because I was excited to be with my friend. I missed her. It was fun.

Right now, the heat’s crawling down to my neck. Probably pink there too. I always thought this kind of thing was just fiction. People flushing when they’re happy or flustered. I’d never seen it in real life. Turns out it’s real. Or maybe I’m just special (unlikely, but whatever).

I’ve been called out for it before—little comments from past partners, stuff they’d notice that I’d try to brush off. But I remembered it. I always do.

I guess I don’t love the idea of having such an obvious tell. I want to be unreadable. An impenetrable wall. Not someone who turns red because someone looks at them for too long.

Still… as much as it’s embarrassing, I think it’s kind of cool. A little reminder that I still feel things, even when I pretend not to.

Thats’s all. Face still hot. I’m going to bed.