Midnight Love

First Move

   It took you some time to come to terms with what you realised about yourself. You thought about it for days. Often, you would tune out the world thinking about him. Many classes were spent daydreaming rather than actually paying attention. Your friends would tease you a lot for your love-struck look. But was it love? It was too soon for that..
   After the realisation set it, it felt as if you were seeing him in a new light. Suddenly you were even more aware of him than before. His every move, his every word.. It seemed as if you were aware of even the slightest change in his voice. You were staring too much (longer than socially acceptable) at him. You were also quieter than usual. If he noticed, he didn't let it show.
   Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. You weren't sure if you should take the risk of telling him how you felt. If he felt the same, you couldn't be happier. But there was also the fear of rejection. What if the feelings weren't returned, you were afraid to lose what you had with him. You didn't want to risk your friendship. Deep down, you knew he wasn't the type of person to just leave you and never talk again. He would just turn you down gently but still be your friend. But your anxious mind wasn't ready to accept that, jumping to the extreme.
   So instead of sharing how you felt, you stalled. You kept second guessing your feelings for him. Whether you really liked him that way or just as a friend. You also observed (more like stared at him like a hawk) his behaviour with you. Trying to gauge his thoughts about you. Whether he showed his interest or if he treated you just like a friend. If it was someone else, you were pretty sure they'd be creeped out by your staring. But it didn't seem like he was bothered at all. Rather he seemed more happy with the attention.
   After a week of intense observing (staring), you finally thought 'fuck this shit'. You couldn't take it anymore. If you didn't say anything, you might lose your mind! So after scolding your mind for cursing, you decided to be bold and finally confess. You decided that the next time you meet, you would bare your feelings for him. At least you would know what he felt instead of wallowing in self doubt.
   So with that thought in mind, you left the dorms, determined. You met him at the usual place at the usual time. He smiled at you brightly (does this guy ever not smile? Not that you mind though). Both of you entered and took your seats at the cafe. He started talking as soon as both of you were comfortable, telling you about his day. For the first time, you weren't paying attention to what he was saying. Your mind was fighting with itself about if and when you should tell him. You were filled with nervousness. He continued talking though, oblivious to your internal struggle.
   This went on for a while but then he noticed you were in your own world. He held your hand and shook it a little, breaking you out of your daze. "Are you okay?" He sounded worried. Looking at him, you felt like this was a now or never moment. Like if you didn't say something now, you would never be able to. So instead of replying with a generic 'I am fine', you told him, "I like you.. More than a friend.." He seemed shocked for a moment. You thought maybe you shouldn't have said anything. All sorts of negative thoughts went through your mind. The words hung in the air for a while. Neither of you saying a word. With each passing second, you lost a bit of hope.
   But then he broke into the most beautiful smile you had ever seen on his face..