blue eyes

that rainy saturday evening

"You were my biggest muse for song writing since the day I first saw you and I will keep writing songs about my love for you until the day I die." He said and I looked down, trying to hide my cheeks that turned a dark pink shade. He didn't need to be able to see me to know that I was blushing, to know how loved he made me feel. He released my hand to tuck the loose strands of hair behind my ear without ever looking away from the road.

"When can I finally hear that new song you've been working on? I've heard you play some of the melodies but you always stop when you see me." I asked him, a grin appeared on his face when I finally asked about it. I had begged him for days when he first started writing it but he always told me I could only hear it when it was finished. So I let it rest for a while, not asking about it and not bothering him in the writing process.

"It's finished now so I'll play it for you tonight when we arrive at the house." He said as he looked at me for a second, he let out a soft chuckle and shook his head lightly while he turned his head to look back at the road. I looked at him confused, my eyebrow raised slightly and waited for an explanation to his sudden chuckle. It wasn't unusual for him to look at me and out of nowhere let out a chuckle when he realised something. Usually it's always followed by a sappy explanation about how he loves me, so I waited until he spoke. I could see him trying to come up with words, opening his mouth lightly to speak but never letting out a sound. "We've been together for a long time now, yet your cheeks still heat up whenever I say something cute to you and you get my heart racing whenever we touch. When we held hands the first time in high school, so many people told me it wasn't going to last. That you were too good for me and you would soon realise how much of an idiot I was. So every day I lived in fear that you would realise it, that you would never love me the way I loved you. Until you said those three wonderful words on that rainy saturday evening. You nearly made my heart explode out of my chest and every time you touch me or say those three words, I still feel the same way as I did when I first heard them." He said so softly that I could barely even hear him but every word followed the one before fluently, like it was a speech he had practiced many times before. I listened to every word with a smile and a blush on my cheeks, I had blurted out the words that first time, unsure if what I felt really was love. Because he was my first love. It were the sparks that I felt every time we touched, the butterflies when he placed his lips against mine and the joy that filled me when I heard his voice and laugh, that told me I loved him.

"I love you." I said back with a smile, unable to come up with any other words, my mind still racing from his speech and my cheeks still bright red. But those three little words now rolled off my tongue so easily, so fluently because I know what love is now. I know what I feel for him is love and it's the most intense and happy feeling I've ever felt.

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When I walked into my room, he was sitting by his window once again. His guitar in his hands and his window opened on a crack for fresh air. He had said how much he loved the smell of the wet grass after a heavy rainfall. I put down my bag on my bed before walking over to my window. He was too deep into thoughts to notice me when I opened my window and sat down on the windowsill just like him. He scribbled down notes and lyrics in his notebook that was almost falling apart. I leaned back and closed my eyes when he started to play again, listening to the lyrics he started writing just days ago and the music that fit it better every day.

I looked at him again when he stopped, his blue eyes staring at me already and a content smile playing on his lips. "I didn't expect you back home so soon." He replied and I let out a soft chuckle before nodding, I didn't expect to be home so soon either.