Mysteries of Serendipity

New Beginning

It was the first time I had ever experienced a new kind of beginning. The smooth surface that the sun kissed on your face seemed ethereal, drawing my eyes to linger on your facial features. I watched how you smiled, your eyes squinting in unison, and how the sun shone brightly to capture the complexity of your soft eyes.

Your timid and nervous aura heightened my curiosity, creating a yearning to look at you more closely, to inspect you and unravel the layers of your human nature. Freckles trailed lightly on the side of your face, making me smile at the thought of creating constellations with an imaginary line. It felt like discovering a new chapter in a book I had never come across in my life, opening up the possibility of redemption and growth.

But I was afraid. Afraid to dive into a world of this familiar feeling I experienced.

Fear gripped me, the fear of reliving my past and ending up in a pit that I had dug myself into. The weight on my chest made it unbearable to breathe, unbearable to even think about you.

"I can't do this. I can't move on so quickly, right?" I questioned myself, attempting to manipulate my mind and heart. I sought to reimagine some kind of flaw that you held, something that made me dislike you, anything to make this feeling go away for good. But nothing.

The constant attention you gave scared me, making me check my pulse to ensure if I was living or just living in a dream. Trying to deny the facts and running away from you made me feel guilty, as if I didn't deserve your presence entirely.

This fuzzy feeling that you imposed on my heart made me seek hope, to seek the comfort I craved for so long. The conflict of fate and time caused my heart to ache for the reassurance of your soft hazel eyes, the same reassurance you gave me over the phone, making sure I was doing alright.

Time passed as my thoughts ran. I wondered if it was a hoax or some sort of reality shift that I had set foot on, making me shiver. The push and pull in my heart continued to friction my mind until I realized I was too late.

The past conflict of rejection and ghosting seemed to be very vague as I lived in the moment with you in sight.

I began embracing this new kind of beginning. Forgetting the past and finally living in the present felt like ecstasy. The desire for more of you seemed to delve further than I'd ever imagined.

The cheerful smiles and saying hello as we passed by turned into walking together, sharing interests and tension. You seemed to enjoy my company, wanting to see more and more each day. Seeing each other in class turned into seeing each other at the train station before the heavy commute. You craved the same connection I sought. I wanted to confront you, asking why and how, but I never did.

As winter became spring, the sun shyly hid behind the clouds, sensing a shift. You became closer, encouraging me to move closer with you.

Time took a step back, as if the timekeeper lost his keys to open the old grandfather clock in his living room. My mind raced faster, anticipating where this could lead.

Our conversations grew into something alluring, delving into the depths of stories and unraveling each other's minds and souls. It grew too much as we bonded over a short time span, progressing to moments of playful touches here and there.

You would lie down next to my lap, as if you were trying to rest your head there in the first place. The sun would cascade your face as you shielded its rays, groaning at the heat as I smiled wistfully with your remarks.

I would laugh at your silly jokes and poses, as you didn't care if you were caught with me. Your genuine smile and gestures made me hesitant, doubting myself and my lack of commitment.

The fear of going all wrong lingered in my mind, but it faded when I looked at you. You changed the idea of life and the worth of living. The way you faced life issues made me wonder if it scared you at some point.

I saw you move forward at a distance as I stopped in my tracks.

Should I continue?

The feelings for you grew further and further, but you seemed to hold out your hand to guide me across the bridge of accepting a new chapter I discovered. So I took a step forward, risking it.

Playfully holding your hand for a bit after we high-fived each other like little kids made me realize a growing tint of red started to surround your ears. I stared at you as sparks began to fly. Your hazel eyes reflected the sun as they turned into honey. As your iris expanded, capturing the essence of my intention, I let go.

The soft touch of your fingertips as you tried your best to brush a strand of hair away from my face made me realize that you weren't afraid to witness vulnerability.

The way you looked at me as I let go of you made me wonder if you wanted to do that ever since I started looking in your direction. The calamity of my mind grew stronger until it was muted.

The words hung in the air, unspoken yet deeply felt, weaving a tapestry of emotions between us. It was a gradual dance of hearts inching closer with each shared moment. The unspoken confession lingered like a delicate melody, waiting for the right time to be expressed in words.

As we stood there, bathed in the soft hues of the sunrise, I could sense the anticipation building, the uncharted territory of our emotions unfolding before us. The subtle changes in your expression mirrored the unspoken words that lingered on your lips.

I've fallen first, but you fell harder, to the point we are here now, willing to change a perspective that cannot be changed. The ideal of us is developing into something more than being closed off or being distant. The honesty and truth seep through our words as we look at each other longingly.

Each glance, every touch, and the lingering silences spoke volumes, echoing the sentiments we dared not utter. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on our intertwined hands, we knew that this new beginning was not just a chapter; it was the unfolding story that had been silently written in the pages of the universe.