fifty-six days

day six

On the sixth day, he walked past my flat. and that's when I noticed how beautiful his smile was.

It was cold. In fact, it was freezing.
In all my life I had never known february to be this cold, and as cold as it was, it still remained my favourite time of year.
I loved hearing the crunch of frosted grass under my feet in the mornings, and the cold breeze blowing my long hair in every direction. me being the hopeless romantic that I am also loved the countless red hearts that littered the supermarkets and florists, reminding people to buy valentines for that special someone.

I loved knowing everyone else was loved. i just never realised how much I wished it was me on the receiving end for once. 

at 09:52 am, I pushed the seven books from the night before to the ground and wandered over to the floor to ceiling window on the opposite side of my room.

the streets were empty and cold, unusual for this time of day, and the only person in sight was the last person, and the only person, I wanted to see.

he was standing on the other side of the road, a black beanie covering his dark brown curls. his sapphire eyes looked around aimlessly as he grasped his fallen earphone, placing it promptly into his ear once more.

I pushed open the top half of my window, allowing the cool breeze to fill the room. my copy of Jane Eyre was firmly under my arm -or so I had thought- because I didn't realise how it had left my grasp and fallen to the ground below my fourth floor flat.

from the other side of the road, he glanced up. and when he saw me staring at him from the window, a large grin spread accepts his beautiful face and he wandered across the road and picked up my book. It would be so much easier to avoid him if he wasn't so goddamned beautiful.

"Is this yours?"

he called up.

"yes"

I called back.

"I'll bring it up"

no

"I'm coming down."

I told him, closing my window and pulling on a random grey hoodie that could probably do with a wash from my bedroom floor.

not much happened after that. I got my book, he said hi, I did my usual and told him to leave, he did his usual and tried to get me to stay, and then I did what I can't help but keep doing.

I ran away.