Beating Hearts

"Close enough"

"Sarah" Chad said in a fragile tone.

I looked up at his chocolate brown eyes and his dimples, oh god.

"Yes" I said trying not to blush or stare.

"I need to tell you something, I don't know why I have this feeling that I can trust you, but you've honestly been the only thing I've been thinking about ever since I met you."

my cheeks couldn't help but turn red as I felt my stomach tighten.

"I'm not who you think I am, oh lord who am I kidding; not even close."

With fear, and with hope I took ahold of his shivering cold hands, I don't know what made me think that someone could ever trust or even love me. I don't think he ever will, he doesn't know what I have done; oh but only if he knew.

"I have made mistakes as well Chad, Hell, even worse than yours."

I saw confusion in his eyes and just shook my head, I felt something touch my chin, and directing it forcefully upwards, towards a sense of warm and calm breath.

"Do you feel the same way? do you trust me? would you walk through hell with me even when you're an angel, would you be there for me no matter what I do?"

"I'm not an angel Chad, I'm not."

"But that's not what I asked Sarah, I asked you because I've been left many times after years of walking through that particular hell for people, I know I'm pushing you way too much for a first date, I know this -relationship- is evolving way too fast. but I want this to be different, I want us to be different."

Where did the stubborn Sarah go? Who am I? Why am I feeling this way?
The thoughts ran through my mind, The thought of actually receiving what I give made me truly and genuinely happy.

"I'll love you with every piece and atom I have in my body Chad, just don't, please don't let me down"

He pulled me closer to his chest and held me tightly; oh god, what did I get myself into?

THE NEXT MORNING

I opened my eyes, and looked around me as I woke up to the sound of windy air strikes against palm trees and the bright sun rays coming towards me.
There he was, Chad sleeping with his long black eyelashes and his American eagle grey jacket around his chest underneath the blanket we were sitting on last night.

He was beautiful, not like any other, he was the only thing that messed up my mind so majestically. he was my source of happiness yet I never knew much about him, I just knew enough, enough to please me and that's all that mattered.

"Done staring pretty face?" A manly morning voice said out of the blues.

He saw me, I panicked. I managed to say nothing, nothing at all.

What have you done to me Chad, and how were you capable to succeed.