Twenty-Three Young

Entry 3

Wednesday 15th July 2015

Three weeks and six Days

My mind keeps going back to him reaching over for my hand. At the time I couldn't tell what for.

What was he going to do with my right hand? He stretched out my fingers and gently twist and turned the ring I was wearing.

It was a treble clef, tarnished, and worn out. It was there for a while. Okay, I admit. A long while. I liked it even though the silver-tone was fading to its true color, bronze. It was still cute though.

"I'll replace it and get you a better one." His voice was fruity with each word.

He finally got it off and hang it up on a rack behind him.

I liked his touch when he took it off. The way his hand caressed mine. Almost lovingly. Almost.

Even though I haven't answered him yet. I haven't even texted him to talk about it. We did talk about other things but not that.

Today he invited me to his favorite park. Why the hell not, the weather was nice. We need to get to know each other more anyways. And to be honest, I have thought about it, about saying yes. But I didn't give the thought as much attention as I should've.

That's what happens when you're put on the spot.

When we finally got there, it was a park I was unfamiliar with. Although, I may have said the same thing to the park that's in the area where I'm living. You can't really blame me for being an introvert.

I already have a lot on my plate entering uncharted waters with a guy whose hazel eyes mesmerizes me at every glance I stole.

Okay. I think by now you need a back story of me before I continue.

"I'm a ray of sunshi-.." Damn, I wish I was. Inserts laughing emoji.

Take-Two.

Well, I spent close to 18 years of my life in a country strangers find it hard to pronounce or most likely have no knowledge about. I moved to the United States in hopes that I become an engineer then apply to become an astronaut.

One thing no one tells you about is how hard it is or how to cope with failure. I started out my two-year college getting straight A's but when then yes, I started getting lower grades and failing. Because obviously I didn't understand.

Also, I was going through physical and mental changes that I blame on genes, and altogether I lost interest.

Anyhow, I became annoyed at the way my parents quarrel about who has to pay for my tuition 'this month'. So I ended up searching for jobs and when I thought I couldn't get any due to the fact that I 'didn't have the necessary experience', my dad just happened to ask for available positions at a cellular phone company.

Then boom.

They accepted my resume, called for an interview and I was on my way to my first day of training.

You'd never guess that this dummy, yes me, ended up at the wrong place and was beyond late for their first day.

Fast forward to the present, the person who asked me to marry them was the manager who trained and taught me.

Who knew? I guess this dummy is actually reaching places. Still today, he asked me again if I'd go through with him.

"It's not even a week yet and I still need that day to think about it." I said.

"Really? There's nothing really to think about. There're no strings attached. After two years, you'll go your way, I'll go my way." He replied.

"Please, I still need that day to think." I really didn't know what to say. I was still nervous. Maybe more scared. So more that, 'no' was on the tip of my tongue.

"Alright." He said nonchalantly. Just alright?

Not to sound like a broken record, but his skin was gleaming in the sun. It being tanned made it seem so vibrant against the ebony bench.

He had both arms spread as if he was trying to soak up light rays from all angles.

I'd assume he loves it here. Tilting his head back and smiling as though I told him something he wanted to hear. The gentle wind dancing on his skin while being sun-kissed.

Damn, he's good.

"Yes, I would go along with it." I ventured.

Let me make this clear, it was my intestines that were talking not my brain that was controlling my vocal cords.

I still couldn't will myself to say 'I'll marry you'. It was too foreign for me.

"Are You Sure?" He spoke so calmly, as though he was expecting it or maybe didn't want to raise his hopes too quickly. It was hard to tell.

He wasn't as transparent as I was. Maybe he used that against me. Perhaps.

Or perhaps not. My move.