He Loved Me First ✓

He Loved Me First (4)

Chapter 4

We both decided it was time to part ways right then, but only for the night. For some reason, I was drawn to this girl, and I couldn't seem to stay away from her. It was an odd coincidence that our lives had collided like such, I had thought. Now I know better. There is no such thing as a coincidence.

We were much more civil the next time we met, and the time after that. We never mentioned what we spoke of that night. I wasn't sure if Felicity had given up, but she seemed the stubborn type, so I'd probably lose if I bet against that. I found myself slowly falling for her, but of course, I, like my mother, never noticed the signs of falling in love in ourselves until it was too late.

I asked her to go out dancing with me a few weeks later. "I know just the place!" she said. I left it up to her, because she knew the area, and I didn't.

She told me to meet her at her dorm at six that evening, wearing something "presentable." She was teasing me when she said that. I understood what she meant. The breath was stolen from me when she opened her door. She was absolutely beautiful. I told her so.

"So I look ugly every other day?" she asked, sticking her tongue out at me.

This made me laugh. "No, no!" I told her. "You look exceptionally beautiful tonight. That's what I meant."

She giggled, "I knew that, silly!"

"Oh," I said, feeling so stupid. She laughed again, and I had to smile.

"You're something else, you know that?"

"Well, I should certainly hope so," I said. "I wouldn't want to be like someone else."

"That's good. There are some people that just want to be copies of one another, believe it or not," Felicity replied. "I'm glad you're not one of them." She smiled softly.

Silence filled the air. "Well, are we going to this place or not?" I asked.

"Oh, we're definitely going!" She linked arms with me, and we walked a block or so to the club. It didn't look like the sort of place where people would go crazy and dance until the sun rose.

"It's a Christian club," she said, noticing my confusion.

"Oh," I said. Of course it is. I felt very set up by her, and I had to admit, I was a bit angry.

"Don't be mad at me," she begged.

I thought about it a second and said, "I can't be mad at you. It's impossible."

"Good!" she hugged me. "But nothing is impossible. The word itself says 'I'm possible.'"

I faked a smile. It seemed like her comment was falling along the lines of the God that I didn't believe in. "Can we not discuss this now?" I asked.

"One day, you'll look back on these moments in regret, wondering why you were so stupid," she warned.

I thought about what she said, and maybe she had it right. Except I'd probably look back wondering why I didn't kiss her sooner.

We finally were allowed inside the place, and it was packed, just like any other club would be on a Friday night. I found a clear spot on the dance floor and politely asked if I could have this dance, and maybe the one after that, and the one after that. The first song that played was called "How to Fall" by someone named Josh Wilson:

"It was prettier than poetry

The first time you said hello to me.

Call it crazy, call it meant to be, yeah,

But it didn't take me long to see

That you mean more than anyone.

I'm running in circles, jumping over hurdles,

Working on a song to sing.

I want to tell you how I'm feeling,

Finding it hard to do,

Cause I don't know how to say it,

Don't know how you'll take it,

Don't know how to fall in love,

But I want to learn with you.

My friends say I should take it slow,

But my dad says when you know, you know.

So maybe I'll just rent a car,

And I'll drive right back to where you are,

Cause you mean more than anything.

I'm running in circles, jumping over hurdles,

Working on a song to sing.

I want to tell you how I'm feeling,

Finding it hard to do,

Cause I don't know how to say it,

Don't know how you'll take it,

Don't know how to fall in love,

But I want to learn with you.

I never thought I'd drop my guard,

Then you broke into my clumsy heart.

I'm running in circles, jumping over hurdles,

Working on a song to sing.

I want to tell you how I'm feeling,

Finding it hard to do,

Cause I don't know how to say it,

Don't know how you'll take it,

Don't know how to fall in love,

But I want to learn with you.

I'm running in circles, jumping over hurdles,

Working on a song to sing.

I want to tell you how I'm feeling,

Finding it hard to do,

Cause I don't know how to say it,

Don't know how you'll take it,

Don't know how to fall in love,

But I want to learn with you."

The lyrics hit me, to use a cliche, like a ton of bricks. This was exactly what I was feeling, but didn't know how to say. I would love to learn how to fall in love with her. I never felt that for anyone else before, and frankly I wasn't sure what to do about it. "Felicity, do you feel that?" I asked.

"This strange connection we have? Yes," she answered.

"Oh! Good! I thought I was going crazy for a second," I said. She frowned at me. "What?"

She sighed, then said, "Oh, it's nothing. Nothing that is pertinent, at least."

"Okay?"

"Come on," she said, pulling me closer to her. "We came here to dance, so let's dance!"