It was on a Monday when I first started to develop these feelings, a mix between confusion and understanding, between strangeness and familiarity. I didn't know what name this feeling had, nor if it was really something that could be described with words. To say it was uncomfortable would be a lie. Somehow I liked it when it suddenly came and made my whole body shudder in this oh-so-pleasing feel.
It was on Tuesday when I first found out it was love that I had been feeling all along. Thinking that maybe I had some disease I didn't know about, I looked it up on the internet. There it stood. All the symptoms I had been feeling in the past few days were shown on the page; heart-flutter, daydreaming, sudden moments of euphoria, and that cozy feeling.
It was on Wednesday when I first realised it was the guy I had seen a few days before. He was sitting in the library when I first met him, just two seats across from me. Now that I was aware I was in love with him, I remembered, that day when we were just sitting inches apart from each other, I couldn't stop taking little peeks at him. He was absolutely handsome. His brown hair was a mess of curls and his bangs kept falling into his eyes, which were, in contrast to his dark hair, a wonderful ocean-blue. I remembered it was hard not to look at him. But tell me what I should have done otherwise. I mean, beside his very manly facial features and his muscles that were showing through his white t-shirt he had a really good taste in books. What else do you want a man to have?
It was on a Thursday when I first spotted him again after my encounter in the library. He was wearing a grey shirt with a leader jacket, ripped black jeans and black shoes, his hair on point without even doing much with. While walking through the crowd of students who blocked the corridor, he kept his book in a firm grip near his chest. Protecting it so the words wouldn't try to escape or lure other eyes to it and thus losing the significance which the written words had for him. However, it wasn't the book which drew my eyes to him. It was his mere presence. Since I realised it was him who kept storming into my mind I had noticed that my eyes were always searching for this boy who was filling my mind with his image and my heart with warmth. Silly how you catch everything once your crush is in your field of vision. He walked past me and for a split second everything was in slow-motion. His arm grazed against mine, his cologne filling my nose, and his eyes looking right into mine just for this split second which seemed like an eternity. And in the next second he was gone.
It was on a Friday when I first talked to him. That day it rained cats and dogs. Luckily I had brought an umbrella with me. Yeah, sometimes it is a good thing to listen to your parents. Still, at the end of the day I came home drenched in rain and a huge smile on my face. My mother may have been angry at me and told me to take a warm bath otherwise I would catch a cold but I was too busy replaying the moment I had experienced just a few minutes ago that I couldn't hear anything anymore. When I had walked to the entrance of the school, opening my umbrella, I had spotted the why-is-he-always-in-my-head boy standing under the porch roof of the school entrance, books in his arms, waiting for the rain to calm down. Knowing that wouldn't be the case, because I had heard my mother talking about a storm which hadn't come yet, I had walked up and halted right beside him. He hadn't noted my presence until I had held my umbrella in front of his face. Startled, he had taken a step backwards. Without thinking I had blurted out he could take my umbrella so he didn't have to worry about his books getting wet. I saw that he was confused on what face to put on and what to respond. Eventually he had smiled and told me that it was okay, he could wait until it stopped raining. However I had insisted he should take it. Unlike him, I still had a rain jacket. Gratefully, the curly haired boy had accepted my offer. As soon as the rain-protector was in his hand I hushed a fast goodbye and rushed out into the rain. Heat spread to my cheeks, my heart banging like crazy and my head full with images of his smile. Even the rain couldn't cool me off. There was too much heat in my body from the moment our fingers had brushed against each other as I had handed him my umbrella. Adrenaline in my veins, I headed back home.
It was on a Saturday when I first went out with him. After the day I lent him my umbrella, we began to see each other more often on the school's campus. Sometimes we would meet in the corridors at our lockers and have some small-talk and other times we ran into each other during lunch time or in the library as we studied for the upcoming exams. To my surprise, he was the one who suggested spending some time outside school. Barely believing my ears, I asked again to make sure I had heard him right. He laughed as I stared at him with big eyes and mouth half open to show I was really surprised. He nodded. I started jumping around like a fool in my head. On the outside I just put on a smile and responded I would really like to do something together. Until the day of our rendezvous I kept imaging that stupid teenage stuff. Like, he would also fall in love with me and we would become a couple and get married. However, that was just daydreaming. And when the day finally arrived it was a disaster. I was like a real teenage girl. I didn't know what I should wear and when I finally had my outfit, my room looked as if a bomb had dropped there. But I couldn't care less, because I was already running a bit late for the rendezvous. When I saw him, I stopped abruptly. There right in front of me, was a man who could be a prince right out of a fairy tale. No kidding! The way he was standing there and how he was dressed was so aesthetic, I had to catch my breath again. He was completely stunning. However, I couldn't stare at him longer because he had caught sight of me. With a huge smile he came walking towards me and pulled me into a big, friendly hug. I felt my cheeks getting hotter and I was thankful he couldn't see them at that moment. After a few seconds, we let go of each other, it was getting awkward. Then he led the way. First, we just walked a bit through the streets, from time to time entering one of the shops and exiting without buying anything. Not that I really intended to buy anything. Eventually we went into a cafe. As we waited for our drinks he told me about himself and with every little detail he entrusted me I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into the hole of warmth called love.
And it was on a Sunday when he told me I was the cutest boy he had ever seen.
