His eyes were blue, deep blue. So blue I felt like I could fall into them. His hair was wavy, it was dark brown. The kind of dark brown that makes a girl melt like hot texas asfault. He was so mezmerising. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Then, ours eyes found each other in the darkness that was incasing itself around us. His face filled my whole body with a feeling I never experienced in my life. A feeling I longed for, a feeling I fell in love with.
No this couldn't be happening. It can't be. It isn't. But I want it so badly to be true. Am I in love? Is this what love is? Am I in love with someone who, for all I know, could turn me in? I can't be. But there was something about him, something that didn't seem real, that was pulling me in.
His eyes beckond me. His hands ran through his hair, so smooth, oh so smooth. He was so gorgeous. It almost wasn't phisically possible. I wanted to be wrapped in his muscular arms, to feel his heart against my chest, beating in time with mine. I wanted to be forever beside him. Never daring to let go. These few moments when ours eyes met were imprinted in my memory. I was in love. I wasn't scared. I chose not to be scared. My whole life I've spent being scared. But I had no reason not to be. But he is my reason. He is my everything.
What is happening to me. I've totally lost it. But he makes me feel like I can reach the sky. I needed something, someway to talk to him. I needed to know his name. I needed to know him. This feeling I've only heard of in books, but they didn't do it any justice. This feeling was much more than any of the books I read said it was. It was magical.
Then, my fanstasy was brought to a halt when he held up a card. On the card it read " My name is Jesse."
