In love

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Dear diary,
name is Sarah - the girl who love books.
Today I met a guy.
He was there, on the bench, down the street and outside the library. He's always there at 12.45 pm, I heard. He was there every Wednesday and Friday and I made time to go and see him. We have never exchanged any words but always sat in a comforting silence.

His eyes were the warmest honey colour I've ever seen. He had thick black hair that reminds you of thunderstorms and starry skies. He was the last page of your favourite book, tear stained and the only page not ceased from being turned over the years.
He had a smile that could brighten up anyone's day and a laughter which sounds so husky and heavenly that it makes u want to sit on his lap and listen to it everyday. With him, nothing felt like a sin.

Every word he throws at me hits me like a cool breeze on a hot afternoon. He has a silk handkerchief in his pocket and he's sipping on blended vegetable juice. He was too busy to talk to me and I was too much engrossed in him. Things got too loud and too quiet but he balanced it all out. He always felt like a place, I've never been.

I didn't intend to fall for him but he was too kind and different. And just like that I was under his spell. I wish I could tell him the way my heart panics every time I make my way to him.
That day,
He dropped his handkerchief and we both went down and picked it up. My fingers brushed his palm. Every nerve in my finger was absolutely lit with sensation. His soft skin is warm and strong and suddenly the rest of my body is jealous of the amount of space that had the honour of touching him. He looked up and flashed his million dollar worth smile, my heart instantly melt. He mumbled a thank you and got up. As he got up, I got a swift smell of his cool minty cologne. I took a deep breathe and smiled back. There was something about him.

I knew there and then I was in love with him on December 26 and I've been in love with him ever since. I've felt this way long before I knew. I'm in love.

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