Poetry From The Heart

Him

There he sat.

His head was down, on the table. He had his headphones in his ears, as always. His black jacket and red converse on, paired with a black shirt and jeans.

He was relaxed, tapping his foot rhythmically to the song playing in his ears.

His friends sat down and he perked up, listening to the words they said and answering them, enthusiastically. His head tilted backwards when he laughed and it made the corners of my mouth turn upward.

Where was I?

Watching him from the table of my friends. We were at lunch. My arms itched to hug him, my legs bounced in anticipation, waiting for my mind to get the courage to go over to him.

Why was I still so afraid?

We established that we like each other, maybe that was it.

Finally I sighed, standing to my feet and excusing myself from my table. I found myself walking toward him.

He didn't notice me at first, being too entranced in conversation with his friends.

I walked behind him and hugged him. He knew it was me. He turned in his seat and hugged me back.

We talked for a bit, hugging once again before I walked back to my table.

I smiled, and no matter what I thought of, I couldn't get him out of my mind, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, and definitely couldn't stop my heart from beating rapidly.

****************************
This happened today.

I know what you're probably thinking, "Awww!" Right?

Possibly, and maybe I don't blame you. He makes me happy and it makes my poetry and stories way better.

Thanks for reading this and remember to vote, comment and share if you please.

Rosa Vazquez.