July 18, 1984
Resting my hand on his, I let out a deep sigh ready to confess my forever concealed feelings towards him. Panicked, I stare his way through the dimly lit, dark movie theater, taking one last glance of his perfect face before he rejects me and, from what I'm assuming, never talk to me again. The movie plays softly in the background as my words fall out my mouth making a confusing and badly put together sentence. 'Me.. Me like you?' the words fell out my mouth, creating a puddle of what seemed to be caveman sentences beneath me. 'Huh' he stammered.
Yeah, I might've messed up, but truthfully if he heard me properly and pieced together my words, the outcome would've been worse.Bracing myself for another try at speaking, I clench my whole body. Tearing up, I whisper 'I'm so sorry'. At this point, my feelings are falling out my other end, creating a river flowing rapidly, destroying everything in its way. 'I love you' I continued.My heart sank. My emotions poured out all over the movie theater floor. I was crying horrifically to the point where I'm pretty sure the full 8 rows in front and behind could hear me.
He sat, staring into a dark void of nothingness.Stagnant and emotionless he sat, leaving me on edge waiting for an answer.
I heard a sniffle.
'you do? you like me?'
Truthfully, I was expecting some sort of rampaging argument that overwhelmed the theater. We both remained calm, as he also told me he had something to confess.
Sitting with his ocean blue eyes, curly light brown hair and tucked in V Neck, the words slurred terribly coming from his mouth. 'I feel the same'. Spluttering, he continued with his words 'I've felt the same for a long time, but y'know.. My mom would kill me if she found out I was gay'. My heart had already sank to the bottom of me, but it sank to the core of the earth this time. I was so full of emotions. I didn't know whether to support and comfort him or sit and cry. I was baffled.
I leaned in to rest on his shoulder, sliding my hand onto his leg. Joy overwhelmed his face as he finally realized his secret was safe with me. I let out a little smile from beneath my pool of tears, looking up at him too.
Distinctly, I remembered the overpowering smell of his aftershave and popcorn. A strong masculine smell and sweetness was the two things together that made the movie enjoyable. The smell almost complimented his personality and his looks.
He was perfect for me.
