I check my alarm clock. It's only 3 in the morning. I take a deep breath and pull out my notebook from underneath my bed. I start to write a song about curiosity, about the unknown.
I hear a slight tapping noise. Paranoia blows me up like a balloon. I shakily stand up and look out the window. What I see hits me like a brick to the head.
There he is again. He's standing outside my window, a blank look on his face. I unlock the window and push it open.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I snap at him.
He stares at me, drawing me into him with a look that symbolizes trust and love. I step out of the window and hop to the ground. I walk towards him, cautiously.
"Who in the world are you?" I whisper.
He doesn't say a word. All he does is a simple movement, a slight tilt of his upper body, the placement of his soft lips upon mine, and I understand it all.
The floodgates somewhere deep in my brain are punctured. Thoughts spill out and heavily swish around my skull like molten lava. Corners of letters, words, an sentence scrape the walls of the bone surrounding my mind. My eyes open wide at first, but then the sweetness of his lips draws them shut. Each tiny hair on the back of my neck perks up, as if they want to see what is going on. My stomach feels like tiny push pins are raining on it from the inside out, almost like tiny bugs trying to push their way out of my body. The world around me disintegrates as we dance together in our own universe, away from society, away from the madness of our lives. Something inside of me blossoms, and the feeling hits me like a tsunami of warmth and love.
Love- that's what it is. That's the whole reason behind this. I am in love with him, and he is in love with me.
He is now a part of my being. He is as important as oxygen, as important as my veins or my blood. I don't just want him- I need him.
I pull away slowly and look at his face. He is smiling an adorable dopey grin.
"Now do you understand why I've been following you?" He whispers.
I nod my head and smile- like actually smile, nothing fake or forced, and it feels so good.
"How did you find me? How did you know it was me?" I ask him.
His eyes flit away and then come back to my face.
"I.... I'm..." Then he sighs. "It's really complicated. I'm part of an organization that... And... You know what? Why don't I just show you?"
I smile. Things in my life are finally getting better.
Until I hear police sirens.
