Dear Camila,
I think the real reason I never liked romance novels or lovey dovey movies was because I had never been faced with anything that was portrayed on the screen or in little words on a page. Everything wenteveryone's way in those movies and books, but when it came to love for me, it never ever went my way. I can't count how many times my heart broke and how many times I wished upon a star every night to get the person I wanted, only to find them happy in someone else's arms. Today, I guess I can say that I'm glad things didn't go the way I wanted back then, otherwise I never would have had you.
But our lives spent together was so much like a fairytale and seemed so much like the one's on the big screen that I started to believe that maybe those things actually did happen.
On our first date, you re-enacted a scene from old romance movie that you couldn't remember the name to. You took me out on a date to the fair where you won me a huge teddy bear, we ate Sunday's, rode the gravitron until our heads started to spin and we even took pictures in the photo booth. On the last picture that we were supposed to pose for, you turned towards me and wrapped your arms around my neck before pulling us into a sweet and slow kiss. The camera went off and that moment was caught in a picture. We took them out of the slot and you looked up at me with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen and said "A picture is worth a thousand more, but this," you pointed at the bottom one where we were kissing "This one is worth more than that".
My stomach did a back flip and made me feel tingly all over as you stared at me with those chocolate brown eyes. I never liked the color brown. I always liked the color blue because it resembled the ocean, the sky, new life and late summer nights. But your eyes suddenly became my new favorite color, just because they belonged to you. They resembled your entirety and I loved that.
After we ate a quick dinner at one of the stands, the fair was just about to close, but you paid the grumpy old guy running the Ferris wheel to let us go one more round and to stop us at the top. I didn't understand why you requested that from him.
He stopped us at the mid top and swung your arm around my shoulder and stared out at the rest of the fair rides with all the lights still on. It looked magical from the top. The colors blinked and it was like I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You asked me with a smile plastered on your face. The lights shined off your hair, giving it a slight glow.
I nodded "It really is" I agreed.
For a moment we stayed silent, just staring out at the bright lights and enjoying the warmth of each other. But a moment later, you turned towards me and captured my lips in yours. Your hand rested on the back of my neck and played with the small hairs there. I ran my tongue across your lips and asked for
an entrance which I was gladly granted. You scooted closer and rested your other hand on my hip andpulled me closer to you until I swear we almost turned into one.
After a while of kissing you pulled back and rested your forehead on mine and breathed out as I panted.
"How was that for cliché?" you asked.
I laughed lightly and shook my head. "It was wonderful" I told you.
That night, I began to love watching those stupid romance stories you loved so much. I think it was because I finally had something to believe in. Or maybe it was because I finally found the one person who could complete my story with me. Either way, I finally began to believe in them and I didn't mind watching them with you anymore.
I guess I never did mind watching them with you because it gave me a reason to curl up with you on thecouch. I just loved watching it with you even more because I finally knew how those people felt.
They felt happy, loved and like the whole world was spinning just for them. They felt in love. And I did too. But I just wouldn't admit that to you yet.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jauregui
