are you in love with me

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"are you in love with me?" he asked.
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i didn't look at him. i shivered, clenching onto the sleeves of my sweatshirt. i didnt know what to tell him. how could i answer? although i already knew the answer, i could not come to bring myself to say yes or even give a nod. i froze there, looking down and blushing with a relaxed smile and curling my locks of hair with my fingers. i forgot to breathe as i looked at him- first time in what seemed a while but was really only a minute or so. his eyes were a milky way of brown and his nose crinkled with his dimples. i could cringe at myself for describing him with such infatuation but this is the truth. i have memorized every single little detail of his perfect being. his imperfections were beautiful to me, and he was an inhuman person. he was such a work of art. i couldn't believe my eyes at his wonderful figure. he didn't have a six pack or a pair of hushed muscles but his skin, alone was so wonderfully crafted. the paleness only spotted with brown tiny circled freckles were more than enough for me. he was not enough. he was everything in a boy's form. his laugh was so light and bouncy, yet obtained the strength and cockiness of his attitude and personality. when he turned to glare at something, his side profile would reflect the sun as his jaw line would show. not too well constructed but amazing all the same. the way he looked up from his matter, and his head would curl up and lean to me. his eyes were so shiny and brown, enough to make me see my reflection in them. his cheeks were so well carried and curved. his smile was so thin and graceful. his whole frame was like looking at magic. him. the way he talked, the way he laughed, the way he smiled, the way he acted was so indescribable and no matter how hard I try, my description of him will never match up to how perfect he really is to me. maybe this.
he was not as much handsome as he was beautiful.
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"yes." i stared at the piece of art in front of me. "i am so deeply and incredibly in love with you."

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