The One That Was Once MINE

Chapter 6

People go on first dates the whole time, but do they really know what they are supposed to do?
A first date is a type of initial meeting between two individuals, whether or not previously acquainted.
An effort has to be made to ask about each other and know if they can be together in a relationship.The people involved plan and organize some sort of Romantic activity, with the aim of finding a romantic or sexual partner for a short period, to finding a long-term spouse, the one.

If you haven't already noticed, I liked definitions.
They make stuff clear, more unambiguous if you ask me.

However, My first dates always never go as planned.
Once I was on a date with the worst guy ever, and he was in for a kiss at the end of the date, luckily the cab arrived because I wasn't so keen about the idea of kissing a guy on our first date.
So, I ducked quickly into the cab and the guy grumpily slammed the door shut...on my poor little finger.

That nail has never grown back properly.

Nate told me to wear something comfy, and with all honesty,
this excited me.
What was he planning?
Earlier, I finished my shift and called Al to tell her that I was going out.
if I didn't, I'd be reported missing in as little as a few hours, She doesnt joke around with these stuff.
Plus, she is already all busy with her mom, since her flight is tonight.
They finally worked stuff out, her mom isn't so pleased with her choice of career, but she now is convinced that it was her daughters choice after all, and she undoubtedly is here to support.

Anyways, back to my date.
I wear something casual, some blue jeans, a grey shirt tucked in, and an olive green jacket.
I pull my hair out of my bun and try to style it in some way, I despise my hair.
It's not curly nor straight, it's some kind of wavy, I really don't know.

My phone dings,
Meet me downtown, 5th street, at 7:10 pm, can't wait to see you;)
K See you soon! I text back.
Why not 7 sharp?
Its 6:50, I dont like being late on a first date.

I arrive downtown with no sight of Nate, the air is chill and the streets are packed.
I check the time on my phone its 7:12 pm, where the hell is Nate?
I'm on 5th street, where are you?
He must be stuck in traffic, he'll be here soon.
An old couple are sitting across from where I'm standing, holding each other's hands, their eyes locked like no one exists around them, like it's only the two of them, and the world faded in their love.
"Boo!" -pokes me on my shoulder, I turn around smiling,
Nate looks stunning.
"There you are! I though you bailed on me." I say pouting.
"I would never." He says pinching my cheek, I feel like a happy little kid, allowed to have sugar on breakfast.
Yes that kind of happy.

He covers my eyes and tells me not to peak.
I really like surprises! The rush it is accompanied with is unbelievably superlative.
"Stairs, take care." He warns too late.
I am about to fall on my face when he holds my arm steadying me.
Electricity sparks on every place his hand touches, butterflies filling my stomach.
Ever wondered what those butterflies are?
There exists a nerve called the vagus, that is stimulated when you're nervous or excited.
The vagus activates your gut, the butterfly feeling is basically your body saying 'I'm stressed but I'm motivated to do something or see this person again. It's actually the same when you want to punch somebody in the face; the body interprets it in different ways however.'

We enter an elevator, hmm it smells nice in here.
Wind rushes to hit me as soon as we step off the elevator, it's refreshing like standing on top of a hill or something.
Nate counts down and uncovers my eyes.
The view catches my breath, as soon as I open my eyes.
Beyond the horizon, the sun  illuminates the shimmering haze of clouds.
I can see the whole city from here, its lights twinkling all around.
I look down holding the rails, people on the street look like needle points and cars are blood cells flowing through the veins of the city.
The sun is setting and I fail to keep my smile,

"Nate this is amazing." I turn around looking at him.
"What could I say, I'm a romantic." He smiles, god I wish I can kiss that smile off of his face.

We sit at a table, no food, just ice cream, just as I asked.
Few seconds later,
The sun sets, falling  behind the horizon, painting the sky shades of red and pink.
Huh that's why he said 7:10 so we can catch the sunset at time, so thoughtful.
"Do you know what those colors mean?"
I grin and nod, he radiates this happy vibe, that you can't help yourself imitate.
"They are symbols,"-he holds my hands-"each color showing you the good tomorrow can bring."
The night goes so smoothly that I don't notice time passing.
We laugh, crack jokes, spot couples on the street and tell out their stories, based on nothing but how it looks.
I point at a passing couple,
"Those two are newly weds."-He raises a questioning eyebrow at me- "c'mon don't tell me you can't see it! He's holding her hand so tight, as if someone is gonna snatch her or something, and that way she looks at him?! You can tell their love is still fresh, and the rings? They seal the deal."
"Do you think love fades?It is always freshened up with time, you just gotta learn how to do it." He shrugs his shoulders.
"Love never dies a natural death." -He lays back on the chair- "it dies because we don't know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness, errors, and betrayals, of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, withering, of tarnishing, sometimes..." -he stares so intensely at the sunset- "you don't realize how much you care for someone until they stop caring for you."
His eyes tell all the pain he has been through, and for a second, just a second, his guard is down, and he's an open broken book.
Maybe eyes are really windows to the soul after all.
Maybe I owe Mr.Blake an apology.