Wild Flower

two

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chapter two
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—EVER SINCE I MET TRISTAN, There was a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. I felt this euphoric feeling, and confusion intertwined like a tangled thread.

Everything felt heightened. His gaze made me feel like i was the only person in the world, and the way he showered me with attention made me believe i was special.

His compliments felt like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. Like i waited for him my whole life, not sure how i lived before him.

And i got to know him, every day more than the other.
I learned his traits, and his habits.
I enjoyed it, like I was doing a research.

I discovered the little things that made him uniquely him, and each detail felt like a piece of a puzzle, and I was determined to fit them all together.

But with every moment I spent with him, the confusion began to creep in. Was this feeling real, or just a figment of my imagination? I was mad at myself at moments like that, i felt blessed with the bond i had in my hands, and didn't want anything to ruin it.

I couldn't shake the feeling of how different he was.
It was as if he had a way of unlocking parts of me that i had kept tightly sealed. Usually, i was guarded, keeping my thoughts and feelings close to my chest. But with him, it was different.

His eyes focused and encouraging. And i felt seen, really seen. And it's not like i waited or searched for that feeling. I was never the one to share, never shed tears, and never showed anyone anything.

In this situation, I've never been the one to talk more than the other. Tristan talked about his mother, and his close brother, but he never mentioned his father.

I found out he passed away long time ago,
when i asked him about it.

The moment hung in the air, both of us aware of the unspoken truths lingering just beneath the surface.

All that came to my mind was maybe they were close, and he still can't talk about it with comfort.

But i did noticed something was off, as a psychology student, i prided myself on my ability to read people, to sense the emotions lurking beneath the surface. I could see the flicker of pain in his eyes when he spoke about family, but he had skillfully sidestepped any deeper discussion.

But Tristan brought color into my life. It's not like i was sad before, not really. It's just that I didn't have a reason to smile. I always knew something good would come into my way. That someday my kindness and love would eventually lead to something beautiful.

So i waited, because i always believed that good people gets good things. I thought Tristan was my gift.

I had always been the quiet one, choosing to blend into the background rather than stand out. It wasn't that i didn't have thoughts on things, its just that i didn't had the urge to said them out loud.

That was the worst and the best part of me.

I also loved to admiring him.

I loved the way the light danced across his features, highlighting the angles of his jaw and the curve of his lips. He was so pretty it hurts.

His eyes were the purest thing I've ever seen. I could see into his soul when I looked into his eyes.

Tristan was an assertivi man, i saw it on his face.
He have a lot of confidence, and he's sure about every single thing in his life. He's fearless.