I wait and wait and wait for you to come. For the meanwhile I observe those around me, analysing everyone as they pass, yet my mind is only attached to one thing, you. I glance at my watch, I'm impatient, but only because I long to see you. Alas I see you reach the moving staircase. I watch as you glance at your device, then divert your head from side to side. I can't help but feel a smile spread across my lips. Once again, your eyes glance at the screen, your small hands wrapped around your cellphone; your little thumbs typing away. Uncertain of where to go, you rest against a column. You're so close, however, I do not wish to interrupt the tranquility in which your image takes upon at this moment. Although, the sight of your uncertainty is alarming; it tells me how easily lost you can become, which makes me want to stand before you and help you find yourself. In the end, I decide to sit and watch you.
I had become so distracted, that I almost failed to realise that I had received a message from none other than you. Upon reading the message, I learn that you are searching for me. Shall I go to her? No, no, perhaps she would find it desperate of me. It would be best to help her find me through the means by which she contacted me. Once that has been done, I resume to watch you. I cannot help but think how strange I may seem as of now, watching you and all, but this is something I have never felt before; this feeling that I feel within the depths of my heart, it is something so grand, so new and I like it. You look back at that screen and smile, yes you smile. Can such a simple composition of a few words make someone smile so wonderfully. If such plain words can make you smile like that, I can only imagine what effect my heart's words would provoke.
You shut off your device and place it in your pocket. Now that you know where to go, you set course. It only takes a few, and then there you are, ascending the stairs. I follow your petite frame search for me, yet still I say nothing. Finally, you spot me, and I see that smile flash across your face, but I play it off. The closer you walk the faster I feel my heart beat; it is strange to have this happen to me; this feeling is just so foreign. As you near. I can see that you're trying to conceal that adoring smile of yours, but why would you do such a thing? Could it be the lack of a cheerful expression of my own? This saddens me, as I don't want to be the reason for your smile to falter. I know I can smile, however the feeling is odd; it is a good feeling, but odd nonetheless. Now you stand almost next to me, you look at me and I smile, and again; there it is, the radiant smile that assists to brighten my day. You sit beside me, exchanging a rather awkward Hello. In my head all I think about is how cute that was, yet I still remain quiet.
There is one thing I find most pleasant, and that is looking at your face. I enjoy that twinkle in your eyes, however, that same twinkle strikes fear within me. What is it that you are feeling? What is it that you feel for me? That is something that comes across my mind most frequently. I encounter this thought over and over. How could someone like you develop such emotions over me? I shake my head. You say something, but I fail to hear, causing me to utter a stupid response. Once again that smile is displayed upon your lips. I allow my eyes to take in the shape and colour, if only you knew how irresistible I find them right now.
I get up and urge you to explore with me. You giggle and stand up from the bench where we then proceed to wander about. Although we are walking side by side, I yearn for that sense of togetherness, so I place an arm around you while you emulate and do the same. I could of simply held your hand, but that is not enough; in order to feel that warmth, those butterflies, I need us to be this close. This is all I've ever wanted; this feeling of being held, of being wanted. Only with you can I stare into your eyes and see that you care. Only in you can I really stare into your eyes and not feel awkward, but genuinely liked. I enjoy the sound of your laughter, because only that can produce laughter of my own. The times ticks away, the day slowly coming to an end; if only it could last a bit longer, for I know that when the time strikes, like Cinderella you will have to go back.
I cannot allow you to leave without pressing my lips against yours and I do so. I cease to walk and I softly grab your arm and spin you to face me. I smile a warm smile, the reason being at how I tower over you, yet that does not impede us. You look up, while I look down, eyes closing and that is when my desire is met. Our lips move in sync, your arms wrap around my neck and mine around your waist, pulling you closer to me. The time has come where you must go, but I don't let you before I press sweet kisses to your cheek and your lips.
Now I sit here again as I watch you leave. I recall our day togehter, evoking a small chuckle to escape my lips. Today has been perfect, but only because I have spent it with the perfect girl.
