To My First Love

~Dreaming Our First Week~

I often think about our first meeting. The week I'd get to spend with you and how romance would bloom in sparks like the first day we met two springs ago. Hear me out, I know how much you love my crazy dreams and wild fantasies. Humor me and laugh at my detailed descriptive ideas. I know most of these might be pretty improbable but your hopeless romantic girlfriend is imagining a non but realistic uncliched meet cute.

Day 1 – Thursday

2 hours and 30 minutes, that's how long the plane ride would be. On the way, I would think about you and excitement would bubble in my chest. When I finally land to your city, I would feel all the nerves. My smile going up and down trying to contain the shy nervousness that's taken a hold of me. I know my eyes would dart around the airport facility to find a distraction but I'm just too darn excited! There, I see you as I'm tugging my luggage behind me. I jog a little to meet you as you coolly stride your way towards me; meeting me half way. I would pause, taking this moment in. Drinking in all your facial features I've seen through millions of pixels and taking in your physique truly. I've dreamt about this for so long and I've worried about the first course of action that would determine us. Something in me snaps out of my daze to realize how awkward it must be that I'm stationary and gawking at you, I manage to push out a "hi." I can hear your voice vividly and clearer than ever as you return the greeting right back. I've always dreamt of these kinds of meetings or reunions, I've seen all those videos and read them from novels. I used to say to myself that I would never be one of those to hug my person. I'd kiss them, something bolder and meaningful. Now? When I think about it, as nervous as I'd be... I think I just want hold your hand. I would shyly grab your hand as the pads of my fingertips probe your palm to letting me in. You welcome me in as you whisk me off out of the airport, hand in hand, you'd drop me off at a hotel I had arranged while promising to meet up with me tomorrow.

Day 2 – Friday

You could be working and I'm not one to hold you back. So roughly guessing we'd meet up later tonight, I take the day to explore a little. I'd sightsee and perhaps also look for a small gift, not that I came to visit you empty-handed but something extra. Thoughtfulness knows no bounds. Around 5pm, you'd take me back to your apartment. I've imagined it and seen it all, it would be just as I've pictured it. I can see all the furniture and the decorations you've picked with my advice. I'd giggle a little knowing that I had some input on your interior design. Those precious moments that warm my heart and led me to this moment finally flood my chest to feel overwhelmed. I must've dreamt it about 100 times but I can see myself being surprised at the couch's texture as I bashfully take a seat. You would plop down beside me and from there that night, we'd talk. You'd make me laugh and giggle, really getting the time to get to know one another. I know we'd watch something to occupy time as well. Perhaps anime? Or 'The Office'? I know that I'd be happy enjoying a chill evening with you. Before the evening gets too late, you drive me back to my hotel. Before I ascend up the elevator, you pull me to the side asking me to stay at your place. I nervously smile and push for another time but you give me those soft dreamy eyes that warm my core and drop my defenses low. I cave. Oh boy do I cave, I too don't want to say good night; I never want to. We'd get back to your place and you offer me your bed but I decline. Saying I'll take the couch, we go back and forth politely arguing. Not until I put my hand softly on your hard chest and bid you good night as I gesture him to his room. In the privacy of the living room, I feel too nervous to fall asleep but I smile the entire night through.

Day 3 – Saturday

I wake up around the same time you do. I'm a light sleeper and you've got a little bit of work to do today. You'd say it wouldn't take long and you'd be back early afternoon to do something before taking me out to dinner. You head off to start your day and I'm left in your apartment undeniably smiling. Is this... A date? Or just hanging out? No matter, I take in my surroundings and tidy up where I've slept for the night. I wash up and dress for the day before I look around your apartment for things to do. I'd clean up any dishes left in the sink or perhaps dust any countertops and surfaces. I'd chat a little with Petuna and poke around your work out station. I would be a little bored but I know I'm rather good at finding things to be occupied with. You return shortly and you take me out. You'd take me to get a small meal in before driving off well into the evening to a lookout spot. The view and scenery are amazing, it makes me think of how big the world really is and all. You'd tease me and become flirtatious with me all at once. The night is really special because you've been nothing but sweet to me. Returning back to your apartment, you convince me to sleep with you on your bed. Instantly, nervousness racks my brain and I feel like I'm on high alert. You tell me not to stress, when I'm ready you calmly say. I join you in bed wearing my sleep attire for the evening. We lay there quietly, you doze off to sleep not too long. I on the other hand watch you as you rest. I may giggle a little as I begin to hear your bear snores roaring. My heart going a mile per minute, eventually I'd knock into sleep from an adrenaline crash.