Him & Her

xii. Her

I flinch at the sound.

A small part of me is glad that it happened.

But most of me is plain embarassed.

Because at the moment, all I can think is

Why do things like these happen to me?

But when I open my eyes, 

I see him turning around, 

His eyes meeting mine,

The impact so strong, it almost brings me to my knees.

But I like how it lights a fire inside me.

But then the fire dies, as he turns away

And my heart is filled with disappointment, an ache and regret.

Now I know how he must have felt when I'd turned away like that.

Or do I?

What if I'm making a mountain out of molehill?

Maybe he doesn't even care about me.

Why would he?

And then I realize how close he's getting.

Closer and closer, to me.

But I don't feel nervous.

I feel desperate.

Desperate to see those blue eyes, gazing into mine.

The way they were when I came here.

And then he stops, and bends,

And I realize why he's here.

The book.

Feeling even more embarassed,

My cheeks flaming, as I lower myself, 

I feel stupid.

The feeling is so familiar, 

And yet, somehow it's effect grows stronger and stronger everytime.

I can smell his fragrance,

A mix of lemon and mint,

Reminding me of my favorite tea,

And at that moment, I am overwhelmed by this desire to hold him.

To breathe in his scent.

To never have it taken away from me.

And as I subconsciously reach for the book,

Something magical happens.

Something I've only ever seen in movies.

It's beautiful. It's terrifying,

Miraculous.