A Goddess

My stomach clenches tightly and I feel sick, the kind of sick you get when you're nervous. Am I nervous? Why would I be? Nervous about what? The show? Or maybe it's the fact that I can't get you out my head. You've crept in my mind and made yourself a nice little home in the corner, and by corner, I mean the centre. You infect my thoughts like an extremely dangerous disease, your hazel eyes consume my thoughts like a lion eating it's freshly caught meal. Your soft brown hair runs up and demands my attention in my mind like a little Labrador retriever. Your sweet, kind, caring smile is an extremely addictive drug that I have fallen victim to; I can't seem to get myself to admit to myself that I need help. The only way to stop the lurch of my stomach because of these thoughts is to dig my nails deep into the flesh of the palms of my hands, I have now tiny smiles on my palms that mock me. They say things like; "You've only known him five days!" and, "You're wrapped around is pinkey finger!" I grab my phone and check my messages;

                   NO NEW MESSAGES

I sigh and flop back down onto my bed facing the ceiling. I drop my right arm over my forehead and let my phone fall onto my stomach. I feel a slight vibration on my stomach and my hands move faster than lightning to unlock my phone; my phone automatically open to our text conversation because of how many times I've opened the app hoping you've texted me. I look at the bottom of the screen and see a new grey bubble that wasn't there last time I checked, the butterflies I ate for breakfast woke up and started flying around. My stomach lurched and I plunged my nails into the palm of the left hand and bit my lip as hard as I could, my left hand was still holding my phone as I read the new text;

Hey there sweet cheeks

A smile grew on my face as I imagined your voice saying those sweet words, and the smile that would grow on your face whenever you spoke. My brain took an unexpected dive into my memories from lunch today when we sat outside and I leaned against you and read you a book. I could feel my stomach fidget the same way it did then. I can almost feel your breath on my shoulder, and just how distracting it was having your lips so close to the bare skin of my shoulder. I shake my head and shoved my nails further into my hand and reply;

                                                  Heya hot stuff ;)

And hope you respond, you take so long to text sometimes it feels like you're either doing something else, or you've just forgotten you were texting me.

How was your day?

  Excellent now that I'm talking to you ;)

I'm fine with the funny, joking flirting. But sometimes I can't tell whether or not you're joking.

:)

I smiled, like I always do when talking to you. You have this thing about you, I don't understand it. No matter what you say, you make me smile. And I don't usually get embarrassed, especially not by flattery and flirting, but when you do it, you mean it. And that's what gets me, no one's words have actually made me feel that way before. No one ever looked at me the way you do; you look at me as if I'm the best thing since sliced bread. You look at me as though the very thought of me amazes you, you look at me as though I take your breath away, You look at me as though I'm some jaw-dropping, phenomenal, incredible, stunning girl that should be worshiped. You look at me as if I'm a goddess.

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