From that time on, I've been visiting her from where she was staying. We hang out together almost everyday I've showed her around the place and I mess with her a little every time she paints.
I even took her home to meet my family; they get along easily since she had this quality of making people like her. I guess it's because she was always positively radiant, and has a remarkable sense of humor. In fact, she was really funny. No wonder why my silent world rocked when she came along.
I was already on her door step at two in the afternoon when she came out and closed the door behind her. I handed her eight white tulips. I wasn't sure if she really would love those flowers; she never told me what kind of flowers she liked but I was hoping that it would brighten her afternoon.
"Hey, thank you. I'm sucker for tulips"
she somehow grinned then took the flowers inside and to her room.
I can still remember every thing; it seemed like it just happened yesterday, although it has been five years. We were happy at that time. Even now, I can feel her laughter in the winds, and I can see her smile in the skies.
We laid flat on the grass and just looked up in the sky, forming visions of anything in the clouds, or simply imagined silly things here on earth.
She kept her eyes up while I fixed mine to her direction.
"Do you see that cloud that looks like a bird? Isn't it beautiful?"
she asked.
"Very beautiful"
I whispered back while staring at her.
"Really?"
she suddenly asked then looked on my direction, catching me a little off guard.
"Yes, really"
I said, and smiled at her.
I wanted to touch her face at that time, but I just couldn't do it. She was pretty near but seemed so out of reach. I don't know, maybe because I was scared to make a move. She might think that I was being too forward, and, of course, I would never want to leave her with that kind of impression on me. It might sound crazy, but in a short period of time of knowing her and being with her, I was already whipped, and I still feel the same way up until now.
She moved the very soul of me, but I just could not confess my feelings at that time. I didn't even know if she liked me, so I preferred to be friends with her rather than nothing at all.
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