A Week With You

V

November 26 / 1:30 PM

In an alternate universe I would be someone who falls head over heels over a guy like Hero. He's awfully smart, genuine, kind, and free spirited; all in all a guy that's too good to be true. 

Well this isn't the current reality I live in. I'm sacred to open up and be spontaneous for once, it's just hard. I have to plan every single detail and decisions in my life and if it won't work out at least I know I tried and I get to try again. With this...whatever this is unfolding right before my eyes could and should never ever happen. Thus, I can't redo the friendship and memories that have been created 'cause I would be to stuck to move and to attached to forget. 

As the afternoon buzz started, I felt like I was in a place I don't belong in. It suddenly felt to crowded and awfully noisy. I hated it when I become anxious and unruly because it makes me more vulnerable and feeble. "Hallie you have to come down. Take a deep breath and relax. Hero just meant he was grateful that you came along, that's it nothing's going to happen. Besides the guy is only here for a week and it's totally impossible he'll remember you at all ".  I repeatedly told myself in order to calm myself down. I know I'm overreacting over what he said and the overall situation that I'm in, but I never had someone say that to me before. 

"Earth to lelly." Hero said while waving his right hand in my face in which distracted me from my intrusive thoughts. I looked at him like I forgot he was there all along; I gave him a small smile to mask the jumble of thoughts and possibilities that are forming in my mind as of the moment.

"I thought I lost you there for a moment." He said while laughing at me. Oh Hero, how I wish I could've met you in another lifetime, why does it have to be now. 

"Why do you have the week off Hero?" I asked trying to change the subject and divert the attention back to him. 

"Well I was too cooped up rehearsing, singing, and all the meetings I had to attend to. So I decided I needed to have a little get away." 

"That's funny how you decide to have a get away in a city that literally never sleeps. How Ironic is that." I said chuckling attempting not to look at his direction.

"Glad you found my irony quite amusing lelly. I'm fairly please to know that you of all people actually has some humor in them to say the least. At least this part of the city seems quite under wraps and not a single soul as noticed me walking anyways, that feels awfully nice for a lad who has his faced plastered all of the media and who's life has been twisted and turned for the public's amusement." he said while taking another sip from his drink. 

I almost forgot how busy the bean box got at this time of the day. It was starting to get crowded inside the shop now, good thing we decided to sit outside.

"So lelly, what made you become I writer? Oh wait let me guess is it Jane Austen, Leo Tolstoy, or Emily Dickinson who made you fall in love with the world of colorful and exuberant words and stories?"

"Austen, but lately I found myself falling in love with Emily Dickinson's poetry." 

"What's your favorite poem of hers?"

"Well its kind of a long one but its called I measure every grief I meet."

"Can you recite your favorite verse from the poem instead?"

"You are very demanding, do you know that?" I said while laughing at how demanding he is sometimes.

"Please do lelly, I want to here it." He said while shamelessly batting his eyebrows and pursing his lips at me. I looked at him for a second and I finally cave in.

"Fine, well it goes something like...The grieved are many, I am told, there is the various cause. Death is but one and comes but once and only nails the eyes. It means that all of the people of the world do experience grief and although death can be one of the causes it only comes once. Thus resulting or by Dickinson's words nails the eyes making you weep. Death causes grief for sure but it isn't the only one that does so. There are millions of occurrences that can scar you for life, leaving a mark so deep that death is only a mere experience."

"That's pure art right there. That's beautiful lelly, you should've told me about her poetry back at the bookstore. I could've bought her book and I can read it to you."

"I have two copies back at home, you can have the other one if you want." I said without thinking about it at all. Hopefully I won't regret this decision in the future. 

"That's so nice of you, thank you. Does this mean I get to go to your apartment?" he said while coyly smiling at me. I hate how straightforward and frank he is not to mention pretty darn demanding.

"Are you sure your not a serial killer or any of that sort? 'Cause I hate to break it you, I only met you awhile ago."

"I swear to you I am nothing of the sorts lelly."

I am seriously having an overload of thoughts occurring all at once and being overwhelmed is an understatement.

"Okay then. Sam would freak knowing you came over without her there." I said as I was hoping and praying I seriously won't regret anything I am doing right now.

"That's settled then."