When I stared into those strange hazel eyes, my soul melted right into his hands. I became slippery like butter, but dripped from his mouth like honey. His eyes were the first I've ever felt a pleasant strange fill my lungs, and for the first time in forever, I felt like I could breathe warm spring air, but still remain with a slight breeze coming through the opened windows, blowing around the curtains and the chimes outside that have become background noise as he kissed me. When his lips touched mine, it was soft, like a feather falling smoothly to the ground; no noises to interrupt the peacefulness of the moment. I didn't believe in the need to see heaven anymore, because I have felt it.
I started consistently day dreaming instead of doing my school work. Me in a ballgown similar to a Cinderella, or some other desperate princess with a tragic backstory, twirling among marble flooring, inside a cathedral with renaissance art pinned up on the walls and painted against the cielings. He joins me in a dance to some classical music--maybe Mozart or Tchaikovsky. My fantasies come off as pretentious, I'd assume, but they were for me, not for another.
When I fall in love, it's like Alice in the rabbit hole--quick and hard--like I'm in a Wonderland of sorts too.
I remember the first time we ever met like it was the most pivotal day I would ever live. I knew I liked him because we had talked over the internet before, and like I mentioned, love for me is brisk. I waited until the end of the day to see those eyes, and when I did, I completely froze. I didn't even want to make contact with him. I sat in my seat without saying a word. "Hey, Vida!" he confidently announced, and moved his backpack and his beautiful body--that I'd yet to explore--next to me, and my faced flush with both relief and embarrassment. The chaos in my mind and my body was burning me alive with blush. This was the start of the downward spiral, roller-coaster that I will call, love.
Authors Note (A/N): I realize this is short and awkward and a bit strange, but I really hope I can take this somewhere. I feel messy and unorganized, but I'm going to cut myself some slack because I haven't wrote or published a story in what feels like forever, and as of recent months and years have only been writing poetry. I hope this story can be enjoyable. I must add that this is just an introduction to it, as I have not planned anything whatsoever, because why should I? This story is loosely* based on my actual love life, so enjoy figuring out the truth. I hope you'll enjoy. x, S.
*loosely---may one day not be loosely based, as I have no idea where I am going with this. STAY WITH ME HERE KID!!!
