Beautiful Dark Eyes

Chapter 4: The meeting

There he was. In front of me, approaching me... Oh God.

He was so much taller than what I had expected. And every single step he came closer, the more my heart raced. I could not look him in the face out of complete nervousness and shyness. When he hugged me, my whole body froze up, not because of fear but rather because he finally held me in his arms for a couple of seconds. I hugged him back.

As we walked together, I struggled to keep up. I was cursing under my breath at my short legs. I tried to form a sentence but it came out quite muffled at first and I had to repeat myself as we walked.

When we approached my place, I sat down and he sat beside me on the other side. My anxiety was so high because I was hoping that I wouldn't do something stupid that would make him see me in a different light. I really really adored this man. It took me forever to speak; a couple of hours. Eventually we spoke, I don't quite remember what the conversation was about but having him across me was so overwhelming in a good way. I wanted to reach out but I was too shy. Holding his hands was probably the best feeling ever. Our close proximity had me breathless a couple times; I literally forgot to breathe.  I felt emotions that was unfamiliar to me. I thought I knew what it was like to be in love with someone before, but boy was I wrong because this feeling was unlike any other I've had before.

We spoke about random things and the conversation felt comfortable. There was no pressure to be perfect or to be a certain way. I felt comfortable despite my anxiety spiking continuously. Enjoying his company, it was pure bliss. Any form of skin contact was a beautiful feeling. It was comforting. And not frightening.  If I could I would have froze that moment to stay in there as an endless loop.

My family was accepting and quite comfortable something I've never seen before. They normally are quiet and observant whenever I brought someone home. And for once they had some hope that someone might just be able to treat their daughter correctly (although they were on my case about being less mean).

When the day came to an end I felt quite sad. I knew I was going to miss him until our next visitation. And I still do, I miss him immensely every second that we are not in contact. This man has become my beacon of light throughout everything and no one has ever treated me so well the way he is.