US ( Jenlisa Oneshots )

Loving Her

Jennie's POV

The first time our eyes met, i didn't feel any thing special.. It was curiosity to be honest..

Lisa..

Such a calming yet wonderful name.. Her name for me is unique.. I've never heard not met anyone named like her..

Her eyes were dough and round.. It's brown but her iris were black.. I really like how it would disappear slightly everytime she laughs or smiles. I also love how it would sparkle everytime she saw something beautiful or amazing..

It wasn't love at first sight but her eyes captured me.. She got me thinking.. How come someone's eyes could look so wonderful as hers?

We live in the same subdivision and the odd thing was her house is practically in front of mine.. So I see her everyday.. And as I continue to see her, her eyes continued to lure me in closer and closer..

I never thought of it as anything but I knew I wanted to know her more.. I wanted to learn more of her eyes.. Because as amazing as it sounds.. Her eyes can tell you stories.. Like stars.. Which are my favorite things by the way..

For weeks, we continued to just look at each other and greet as we pass by.. I can see her hanging out with her friends and the second thing I noticed was her laugh..

How come her laugh could sound so calming and angelic? I never knew that laugh can be like that? It's a melodic laugh, weaving joy into the air, with an infectious rhythm that resonates deep within, making my heart dance to its enchanting melody.

I didn't actually notice myself but I find myself staring at her everytime.. I was worried that she might caught me because I may or would look like a freak.. I don't want her to think of that to me..

As honest as I am, I really wanted to be her friend that time.. I'm curious on how would it feel to be her friend.. It's a subtle longing, a desire to share laughter, experiences, and secrets with someone who understands you. The yearning to have a connection that goes beyond the surface, creating a bond that feels like a comforting embrace.

I don't actually know her but I just feel like I've known her before because she feels comforting.. Because she felt safe unlike others..

Does she notice me the way I notice her? Does she want to be my friend to? Or am I the only one?

For months, we kept on just glancing at each other.. It's not like she's not approachable, she's friendly by the way.. Maybe I am just shy or scared of what would happen next.. I'm not confident with my words after all.. I do not want to mess up in front of her..

I don't exactly remember how but one random day, I find myself talking to her casually.. And the funny thing is that.. We talked like we have been friends for so long?

It's a peculiar sense of déjà vu, as if the universe conspired for this meeting. Her presence feels oddly familiar, like a reunion with a long-lost friend, even though I just crossed paths with her for the first time.

We vibed and talked as if we're best friend for years.. And it felt so light in my heart.. It felt like I was talking to someone who knows me since I was born..

I find myself slowly falling like watching a sunrise; it starts with subtle hues of connection and deepens into a warm glow as I discover shared moments and hidden intricacies. Each day that we spend together adds a new brushstroke, creating a beautiful canvas of emotions that becomes more vibrant with the passage of time.

For months we remained like that.. And it sounded so wrong to me because I have been realizing things but I don't know if it's right or wrong.. She's my friend.. I shouldn't like her.. There's a lot of reasons for me to not like her.. But I ignored it all.

I thought being her friend would satisfy my curiosity or feelings but as we spend more time with each other each day, I find myself wanting more and more and more.. Like I am not getting contented on having her as just my friend..

Experiencing the gradual shift from friendship to something more can be both exciting and nerve-wracking. That's what I've learned. The realization that my feelings have deepened, evolving into something beyond friendship, brings a mix of emotions. It's a journey of self-discovery and navigating the delicate balance between preserving the friendship and exploring the possibility of a romantic connection.

I'm afraid to actually like her because she's my friend.. And it's kinda wrong.. It doesn't make sense.. I thought that time that I was just confuse.. I thought that maybe I was just longing for someone to love me and I longed for her..

And so I focused onto something else.. I tried talking to someone else.. I thought that if I did that, my growing feelings for her would disappear.. I thought that maybe if I dated someone else, my feelings would somehow go away..

But I was wrong.. I liked her more and more everyday..

I was so sure of liking her when I got jealous of every small things.. I found out that she liked a girl before and it didn't made me feel good.. The thought of her liking someone else as much as she likes me scared me.. For some reason I became selfish..

When it comes to her, I didn't want to share..

Admitting feelings for her after denying them for so long feels like unlocking a door I kept firmly closed, allowing emotions to flood in unexpectedly. It's a mix of vulnerability, relief, and the realization that denying the truth only prolonged the inevitable.

Liking her feels like discovering a universe within a person-each conversation, smile, and shared moment unveils new constellations of joy, curiosity, and warmth. It's a journey where every emotion is a star, creating a celestial tapestry that makes life brighter and more enchanting.

Liking her is akin to diving into the depths of an ocean, discovering uncharted territories of connection and understanding. It's a profound exploration where emotions become currents, pulling me into a world where vulnerability is embraced, and the beauty lies in the intricacies of shared thoughts and feelings.

Liking her feels like a symphony of butterflies in my stomach, a subtle adrenaline rush with every interaction, and an unspoken thrill in discovering the nuances that make her uniquely captivating.

Liking her was one of the best thing that I've ever done and I was so happy that I decided to do so..

But I have a huge problem now.. I knew I like her but that was not enough.. Now I'm curious.. Does she like me just as much as I like her or she likes me as her friend only..

I craved for her to like me.. I craved for her to long for me... As selfish as I am, I wanted her only for me.. And if I had to, I would beg for her eyes to only look at me.. Because those eyes we're everything.. Those eyes captured my heart, my soul and my whole being..

I don't exactly know how or when or where but she said that she liked me too.. Can you even believe that?

The realization hit like a sudden burst of warmth in a chilly room, leaving me pleasantly surprised and exhilarated. It's a mix of disbelief, joy, and a hint of nervous excitement as I process the unexpected but delightful revelation.

I couldn't figure out how?? Why me? I mean I liked the idea of her liking me too, I think about it at night but when it actually happened, I didn't know how to react.. I was like a child lost and confused..

Why would she like me? She could've liked someone else.. Someone good..Someone prettier... Someone who's better than me in any aspect so why me? I couldn't believe it..

And even though it was not the first time that someone had liked me back, it didn't feel familiar.. It felt like one of my first time..

It's like having a sunbeam brighten your day - a warm and reassuring feeling that envelops you. Knowing someone likes you brings a sense of validation, connection, and a subtle, comforting thrill.



And time and time passes.. I thought my feelings had reached its limit but I was wrong.. I do not like her any more... I do not just like her.. I love her.. I have fallen in love with her..

I fall in love with her by noticing her presence, the warmth in her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, and the magnetic pull of her touch. It's a dance of shared glances, gentle embraces, and the subtle electricity that lingers when our hands meet.

Falling in love with her is like stepping into a world where emotions paint the scenery. It's a gradual immersion, marked by shared laughter, deep conversations, and a growing sense of connection. It feels like discovering a new color in the palette of life, a blend of excitement, vulnerability, and a comforting familiarity that makes my heart race and find solace simultaneously.

And it might sound so complicated, it might sound so deep but falling in love with her was so easy.. It's like a seamless slide into affection. It's sparked by her effortless charm, a magnetic pull in her presence, and a shared understanding that feels instinctive. The connection unfolds effortlessly, like a natural rhythm that resonates with my heart from the very beginning.

I wouldn't regret loving her, not in a million years.. Not in any multi verse..

Loving her is blue.. Pink.. Green.. Yellow..

Loving her is peaceful, filled with grace, wonderful, perfection..

Loving her is like being in an actual heaven even if I'm alive..

Loving her keeps me alive..

Loving her made me die yet she healed me..

Loving her is my sanctuary..

Loving her is my home..

Loving her.. I love her.. And will continue to do so...

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Idk what u think abt this guys? Am I getting bad at writing? 😭