𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

"Why are you always overthinking everything?" He asks as he sits beside me, I look at him and then down at my hands.

In shame.

"I don't know?" I whisper and he nods.

"That fine, we don't need to now at times. But we need others to understand a situation or a certain emotion that we might feel." He grabs my chin to make me look at him, "I didn't ask you because I was growing sick of it. I asked you because I was curious about why someone so beautiful like you is always overthinking. I bet that you are thinking that I'm lying right now. When I called you beautiful?" I gulp and I nod, he smiles.

"I knew it the second I saw that glint in your pretty eyes. When you looked up, at the ceiling. You do that when you are overthinking." I look down quickly at him and I turn around to run away, but he grabs me. Hugs me from the back as he puts his face in between my neck peppering kisses on my neck and shoulder.

I smiled and he tickles me, not helping but to laugh when he does. He stops and he turns me to look at him.

He places a kiss on my cheek, "You are beautiful,-" peck "admirable," peck "cute," peck "divine," peck "exquisite," peck "drop-dead gorgeous-" I cut him off.

"Did you swallow a dictionary?" I ask him and he looks at me like I just told him something offensive.

"What if I did?" He asks and I shrug before kissing his hand and looking at his ravishing features.

I smile at him and face him, looking into his eyes. They make me love him more and more.

"Can we cuddle, like, platonically?" I ask him shyly and he pulls me in fast, almost pouncing like an animal. I grab the controller and I turn on the television. Sighing in content when I feel the warmth of his chest against my back.

I hug his arms, "You are now legally obligated to keep holding me. If you once let go, you'll be charged with a 1000 dollar fine and will be expected to be paid in three business days." I tell him and he throws his head back, a sweet laugh leaving his pink plump lips.

"What are you going to do with the money?" I play with my fingers.

"Buy more ice cream," I whisper and he kisses my cheek, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Will you share?" I shake my head.

"Hell no! You've got your own money." I tell him and he chuckles. I try to stand and he doesn't let me, I sigh grabbing his hand and pulling them apart. "I'll let you off this once," I tell him and I begin to put on my clothing he does the same. I walk towards the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth.

Went out and to the kitchen where I begin to take out some eggs and vegetables to make an omelet.

"What did you do?" He says when he walks out of my bedroom, I look at him and I grin. Putting up the bloody finger he sighs going to put a bandage on the wound and then going to cut the onions. Cleaning my tears I sit in front of where he stands.

"I never asked, but like where did you grow up?" I ask him, he looks at me.

"I grew up here." He says softly and I raise my brows.

"That's impossible, I never met you, never saw you."

"I guess that it was because I worked at a restaurant. I would only sleep at the house, study, and work." I nod.

"Yeah, I guess that too. I'd spend most of my days at The East Side when it was spring, summer, and fall-winter I'd be home." I tell him and he looks at me. As if I'm lying.

"You're lying." He says I shake my head, he laughs.

"I worked their afternoon shifts." He says and my eyes widen. He takes out his phone and I walk towards my closet where I grab a box before it to the kitchen and I open it.

"I'm not kidding, I celebrated my tenth birthday there and I took a picture with all of the staff," I say and he hums while looking through his phone.

"I have some pictures of when I worked there, I would usually take them with a few friends but let me see if I can find you anywhere." He says as he looked through his pictures and I search through my pile of photos looking at all of them and then bursting out into laughter when I find him, he laughs too and we both turn it so that we look at it. I hand him the picture and he hands me his phone. I stare at it.

I laugh out loud as I look at it, I find myself there standing beside him as he wears his all-black bartending outfit, it's funny because he was the one beside me in the other picture when we had taken a group photo. I look up at him smiling and I find him smiling as well.

"I guess that you were always this pretty huh?" I roll my eyes and I continue to look at the picture, he sets it down and he put his chin in his hand.

"That is amazing." He whispers as he burst out laughing, hands touching the picture.

"So I met you before, but I forgot you." He whispers and his face is pale in horror.

"I would've never known you if you hadn't gone to the university." And it looks like he had just woken up from a nightmare, I understand him too.

I had forgotten about him as well. If I hadn't gotten the scholarship then I wouldn't have gone to his English class. If I hadn't picked English as my studies major then I would've never been able to see him again. If I had accepted the scholarship to Harvard then I would of never even remembered about the party. I would've never known him.

Would we still meet if life had taken us in different directions?

"I should've met you earlier." He whispers and I scoff.

"I'm glad we didn't or then you would've seen my acne, it's not pretty," I tell him and he chuckles at that. Leaning down to kiss me, he hands me the photo and I hand him the phone.

"I don't think you would look any different, you look beautiful in one way or another. Even with a trash bag on." He whispers I kiss him and I stand up going towards where the storage room is. I take out a trash bag and I cut three holes. One for my head and the other two for my arms.

I put it on and I can hear him laughing in the background.

"Do I look good?" I ask him as I strut around the apartment, walking on my tippy toes to make me look taller he laughs and the door rings.

I throw out my shame, he watches- hands clasped over mouth as I walk towards the door opening it and I'm shocked when I see an old lady. She looks at the trash bag that I'm wearing and I feel my face blossom in a deep red.

"I was looking for Joshua." She says and I nod.

"Joshua Weiss?" She nods and I point to a door.

Closing the door I turn around and I still him there laughing rolling my eyes I walk towards the chair, but he grabs me and he holds me there for a second. Moving my chin so that I look at him and he kisses me.

I kiss him back. Enjoying his warmth. I love it.

He moves back to continue cooking and he brings up his hand to massage the bridge of his nose and unknowingly I do it too.

I stop when I notice it.

Fuck.

I know then that I'll break when he leaves, that he'll hurt me badly when he decides that I am not worth his time. And I almost want to when he scratches a spot and I do it too, unknowingly.

I remember what Mrs. Johnson has said. And my eyes widen at the realization as I watch him.

Energy is infinite.

We are infinite.

Without the universe, we would exist.

Without us, the universe wouldn't exist.

The world is a reflection inside out and we all mirror each other.