It’s taken a little over fifteen years, but he’s finally noticed how in love I am with him. He’s finally realised that I’m no longer the little baby girl who he held in his warm, gentle, comforting arms when he was just a kid himself.
Last night was..magical. There’s no other word to describe it that would do the night justice. He took my hand and gently placed it in his. My heart skipped a few beats as I sat there avoiding eye contact, trying to believe what was happening. I couldn’t help but nervously smile whilst I felt him looking down at me. There were four other people there when it occurred but I couldn’t help but feel that he and I were the only ones in the room. I was completely oblivious to everything at that moment, except for the fact that we had a connection, a spark, something. Something that proved that the feelings we had at that moment were mutual. It was perfect; it felt so right yet so wrong at the same time, is that even possible? The five seconds that made me feel like I was in a dream has been playing on my mind for hours. Just the thought brings a smile to my face; a smile that I can’t hide nor control.
I’ve noticed a few times that every chance he gets to touch me, he does. Whether it’s putting his hand around my shoulder or even just lightly and playfully hitting me. Whenever I’m around him I can’t help but become a victim to his charm. My eyes glow every time they come into contact with him. When I see him, whether I’m ten feet away or just ten inches, I can’t help but wonder what we could be. Of course, it would never happen but is it bad to imagine what it’d be like? What’d it be like to hug him and know it meant something more? What’d it be like for him to see me as his everything? If only.
I stand in a room crowded with people, but he’s the only one that catches my eye, the only one that manages to make my heart melt. I’ve got my eyes on him; he’s everything that I see. I can’t get over him; he’s left his mark on me. His smile and his eyes light up the room, oh his beautiful green eyes. He acts so differently around me. It’s like when he’s with me, his mood changes, in a good way.
Is it so bad that I believe there actually is something between us? I don’t believe for one second that what happened was an accident. Maybe it’s just my imagination running wild but it felt so romantic and so meaningful, it wasn’t just a friendly gesture. The way he suddenly took my hand, no warning, nothing, made me nervous. When I went to pull my hand away, it was like the world had turned into slow motion. Those few seconds felt like a lifetime; it gave me time to process it all and made me realise how perfect the moment was.
If I could rewind time, I would in a heartbeat. Just to relive the fairy tale once more would allow me to solve all my unanswered questions. The only thing I would change is leaving my hand intertwined with his to feel his soft, warm hands longer.
