Choices We Cant Make

twenty: the date

It has not even been an entire day of me and Blue dating yet I feel as if we both are meant to be. Is that weird?

Is it weird that I think the world made favors - so big, that today I am here and nothing can take it away from me?

Today me and Blue are going on a date. A Date. I dreadfully hope it does not end the way our last one did.

Well, the last one did make things insanely disturbing for me and for him as well.

I'm waiting for Blue to pick me up. Even though the sushi place is just 7 minutes from our hotel Blue insisted on taking a ride there.

Who am I to say no to a romantic car ride?

It is the perfect kind of chilly. The one that still tingles your skin but doesn't linger on your health for long. I am wearing a navy blue dress which has a little frill to it near my mid thighs. The neckline of the dress is modest- not showing too much and leaving a good amount for the imagination.

This dress makes me feel like a teenager trying to make the best out of a dress her mother got her.

But, I kinda like this dress.

I hope Blue does too. Its a new dress- one of the dresses I got after my big girl break up.

I look into the dark depths of the well lit entrance and the silhouette of a big man on a beautiful cycle making his way to me.

It's Blue. Gosh.

The cycle looks ridiculously tiny with Blue's big body riding it up.

"Ms. Violet- do you care?" He shifts his eyes to the back seat of his cycle. The seat is tiny but do able.

"What?" he asks as I burst into laughter.

Before Blue can drive away from our date I abruptly slide to the back of his cycle. It hurts my butt cheeks but it does make up for a romantic date.

We both are flying. Flying in this beautiful night sky that gleams it's love into our skins and imprints a tragical tale of melancholy.

Blue is peddling a little too slowly, but we both are drinking in the dark stygian night.

The route we take is so quiet I can hear Blue's breathing.

His most adorable breathing.

He halts. He stops the cycle near a public beach. We are between two worlds- mighty working buildings on one side and beautifully empty dirt beaches on the other , yet all that my eyes consume are Blue's tragic grey eyes.

"Get up." He asks. I get up from the uncomfortable seat my butt grew numb to and take a good look at the man standing in front of me.

Blue is wearing a beautiful black polo shirt and tight grey pants.

He looks handsome.

The kind your aunt calls men on magazine covers.

He eyes me up as well and lets out a wonderful amount of sigh.

His eyebrows rise and he extends his hand to me.

A dance?

I oblige and have a freakishly stupid smile on me.

I dont know how to dance but I dont think he will mind. He quickly removes his shoes and opens his phone to some music.

This is surprising.

"Baby I -" He starts singing.

God I am gonna fall for him and nobody will even dare to save me.

Blue can sing? Well he certainly knows music- thats what I could tell from our first encounter at the charity,

"Am dancing in the dark....with you between my arms." He sings louder now. I grow redder than a wild cherry. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me towards him

"Barefoot on the ground....listening to our favorite songs. When I saw you in that dress looking so beautiful I dont deserve this."

He stops. He looks into me. He pushes me away from his grasp and places his face right in front. His chest goes up and down and so does mine, and I can feel both our worlds crash into each other- pulling us both into an endless vortex which we both are fully aware of, to be nothing but addictive.

Now, I can feel his breathing.

"Darling you look perfect, tonight." He finishes singing Ed Sheeran and then presses his lips onto mine.

-.-

If that wasn't the most romantic thing I ever experienced, I dont know what was.

Maybe after the dance when he kissed me four more times stopping his cycle mid way?

That did make us very late for our dinner.

Or was it when he asked the waiter to get us a small table just so that our knees would touch?

Or was it when we both shared the same drink?

Or was it when he decided to send me through a cab instead of making me sit on the damn painful seat?

I did insist on it being the most romantic drive ever, but he was more stubborn.

I reached our hotel a good 10 minutes ago and now me and Blue are lying next to each other on our bed.

The Sushi was delicious and our date was textbook perfect.

We talked a lot about our friends and how he met Drew. He said he loved my eyes, my lips, my mind, my heart and everything about me and I said him how much I loved the food he ordered us. What? I cant flatter him up!

We had an amazing time.

We both are staring at the ceiling reliving the entire date together - or at least I thought WE were. Apparently it was only me who was living the high.

"It feels nice to be this way....together" Blue exhales. He does not say this in a romantic way, he says this with borderline grief.

"Yes it does." I say. I am severely confused. I can hear our heartbeats quicken "Is everything alright Blue?"

"Of course it is. I just.... cant wrap my head around Greg."

"Your father you mean?"

"Hmmm."