From down the road, I saw that you had made it to the bench before me again today. When I got to the bench, I sat down and reached into my backpack to get my notebook. I had forgotten it. Now I would have nothing to look at besides you. Not that I didn't want to look at you.
"Hi."
I searched around still trying to act like I was looking for my notebook.
"Are you alright?"
I shrugged.
"Not talking again?"
There was a deafening silence.
"I can't find my notebook."
"The one you draw in?"
"Yea."
"Did you forget it?" you said in a quiet voice.
"Yea."
I sat there and stared ahead at the small stores in our small town. We sat there for at least 10 minutes in complete silence.
You break the silence.
"Hey."
I look over at her.
"Do you want to go somewhere?"
"Sure."
You grabbed my hand.
I smiled.
I didn't know where you were taking me, or what we were doing, but for the first time in a long time, I was excited. As we walk down the street you hold my hand. It made my stomach flutter. I was nervous. I knew I shouldn't be, we were just friends, I mean, I think we were friends. You would never like me. I was considered weird and didn't talk much, at all. You were the most beautiful girl I had ever met, you have a great personality and you are outgoing. I would never be good enough for you. Besides that, I just wanted to enjoy the touch of your soft, small hands. I hoped that you wouldn't notice that I was slightly blushing, you didn't. The next 20 minutes of us walking were mostly silence besides the birds chirping, and the sound of leaves in the wind. You would occasionally look over at me and smile. I would smile back. I could tell from about half a mile away that you were taking me to the beach. We were, and when we got there it was gorgeous. We watched the sunset, we talked, well, at least more than usual, and we laughed. This was the happiest I had ever been, and I didn't even know your name. I looked over at you, your smile could light up an entire room. Looking at you smile made me happy. The only time I really was happy was with you. On the old, wooden bench.
