THE ONE

3. THE BOOK

Weeks passed and she was still my every thought. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, and I couldn't look at other girls because no girl could ever be that special. I stopped playing around with others and just waited. Waited for the next time I'll see her gorgeous self.

And when my mind stopped thinking about her, my mind went crazy with the dreams of her. I dreamed about her perfect figure and how my hand would fit into hers like the spaces between my fingers were made just for her to hold. But I was also scared. What should I say to her?

I asked other friends about her and they described the same feeling she gave me staring at my eyes. I got so jealous with just the thought of someone else's kiss written on her body. I only wanted her for myself. I wanted to look into her sparkling eyes every morning for the rest of my life. Because her face might get crinkled but her eyes will remain the same. Her eyes will always show me a part of her soul. I wanted to know how she sees the world through this ice cold eyes.

I found out that she never remained in a relationship for long. I wanted to be the one who she can't get tired of. I wanted her to see my heart, beating just for her. And I promised myself that I will not let her slip between my fingers the next time I see her.

I waited for her every spring day, sitting on the same bench I was when I first saw her. I was always reading some book about heroines of the past, but I always smiled as I flipped the pages. All of the books kept talking about perfectly shaped girls with interesting minds. But they didn't once mention her. I knew I could already write a book about her. She was my hero, if she knew that or not. I knew she was a girl who my mind wouldn't let go of. And my heart started to write her name from the first time I saw her.

The summer was just around the corner when my eye finally yet again caught hers. She looked like an angel, with her golden hair tied together in a braid, extending down her back. Her gentle hands were gripping on her book. She sat down on the bench on the other side of the park. Her face was hidden behind a tree branch. I needed to get to know her. She kept pulling me in like a magnet and I couldn't resist the thought of being near her. I picked up my book and walked toward the bench she was sitting on. She didn't even notice my shadow covering the page of the book she was reading. Her nails were clinging on to the pages as she finally looked up to meet my eyes. Her eyes were hidden behind big black glasses that suited her so well.

I was silent for a minute because her eyes were so magically beautiful that I couldn't even open my mouth. She saw my struggle and her lips formed a smile, her dimples showing. Her mouth left out that kind of harmonic voice that I couldn't believe it. It sounded like the sweetest angel of all came to take me to heaven. Because that's just the way it felt being in her presence. "Hi. Do you want to read by my side?" I couldn't open my mouth, so I just blushed and sat down beside her. She started reading again and yet I couldn't take my eyes from the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on. I just hoped she didn't notice. As she was fixing her hair behind her ear from time to time, her eyes followed the words from a famous known writer John Green. I didn't read any of his books yet but I considered starting to read them while I saw her mouth forming a small smile from time to time. She got so lost in her book, while I only got lost in her.

I grabbed my book and started reading. It felt perfect, just reading beside her in silence. I couldn't wait until our old hands will be grabbing the pages of the books while sitting in rocking chairs side by side. I imagined her now perfect face ruined by life, but she'd still look so beautiful to me. 

I got so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice her standing up and walking away, leaving nothing but her book on the bench beside me. I didn't know if she left her book on purpose or not, but I knew I had to read it till the next time I see her again.