Into His Love

Nine

Isaiah

I watch as she battles the thoughts in her head as if she trying to find the right words to say. Her fingers fidget with the tiny charms attached to the bracelet on her wrist. If there's one thing I've picked up about her this last week, its that she does that when she's nervous. 

Her brown eyes glisten as the sun that is beginning to set shines in through the window.

I watch her full lips form the first word and as creepy as it may sound, I could look at her lips forever. I can't help but think about what it'd be like to kiss them. I snap from my thoughts as she starts to speak.

"I don't want you to think that I don't like you because that wasn't my intention. I do like you but..." She pauses and my heart drops. She likes me. 'But.' Why does there have to be a but? 

"There are just some things in my past that I haven't been able to get over. It's just that I'm not ready to be vulnerable again..."

"You w..." She cuts me off.

"Just let me talk. Please." She pleas holding a finger up to me. I nod, and she continues. "My last relationship was rushed and I realize now that I jumped into it because I hate the feeling of being alone. I wanted my person just like everyone else so I tried to create this... fantasy with the wrong person. My ex hurt me in ways that I can't even describe so I'm scared to be put in that same situation."

    I want to tell her that she can trust me. That I'm not her ex and can show her what it's like to be loved. I want to know what he could have possibly done to this amazing girl to make her build this brick wall. As I look into her in the eyes, I wonder why he didn't realize what he had.

    "I need a fair chance," I tell her, my voice cracking when I see a tear sitting in the corner of her eyes. 

     Seconds pass as we stare at each other in silence. Finally, she nods and another tear falls down her face. I reach over the table and gently brush it away with my thumb. I see her tense up at my touch, but she quickly recovers and relaxes.

    I admire this broken-hearted girl sitting in front of me. I can tell that she's been through so much yet she continues to act so strong. I'm going to show her what she's worth. I promise I will.

Kimberly | Wednesday

    I wake up Wednesday morning feeling better than I have in a while. Maybe it's excitement running through my veins because of the fact that when I get home from school today my mom will be here. Or maybe because Isaiah and I had such a good time last night.

 Last night.

   It feels great to have all of my feelings out and not balled up inside. I'm surprised that I just opened up to him so easily. It usually takes a while for me to be so truthful with someone. I'm glad that I did though because Isaiah is so sweet and I'm really glad that he understands that it's important to me that we take things slow and not rush into anything. We agreed to start as friends and take baby steps to see where things go, which is completely fine by me.

"Hey," I say when I make it to Nadia's locker and find my friends there. Joshua gives me a hug and Nadia smiles at me. I know the exact words that are about to come from her mouth. In three...two...one...

"How did last night go?" She asks right on cue, just as I suspected she would.

"Good." I smile, uncontrollably. I have no idea why I feel so giddy, but I do.

"Good?" She lifts a arched eyebrow at me. 

     "Yeah, good."

"I'm going to need more than that." She laughs. I laugh too as the three of us walk to my locker.