Love Is Made For The Foolish (English version)

Chapter 10 Alone

Eliza:
God, why isn't this wedding ending? It seems like no one has anywhere else to be, because not a single guest has moved, the music is loud and upbeat, the DJ invites everyone to dance, and unfortunately, Matt has had a few drinks and is now quite lively and eager to run towards the dance floor.

-Let's dance a little!- He yells at me in the middle of the noise.

-I hate this kind of music! I think I'll go sit down, you go on, enjoy! - Before he can say anything else, I turn around and walk into the little garden next to the church.

Sitting on one of the benches, I kick off the high heels that matched the overpriced pale pink bridesmaid dress because I feel like my feet are going to cry at any moment.

-I'm surprised you're not wearing your converse! -

That voice sounds very familiar to me, before I can prepare myself for that delayed encounter, Nick's imposing body is in front of me and for a second I freeze.

-Aren't you going to greet me silly? -

-Hey idiot! Who are you calling silly? - typical Nick.

-Hahahaha, then don't just sit there and hug me! - As if I didn't weigh anything, Nick took me under the arms and lifted me, drawing me towards him, he wrapped me in a strong bear hug. Those that I had not received for a long time and that made me feel protected.

While he spins around with me, I take the moment to smell his cologne, it smells of memories.

-Hey, let me down! You know I hate being held like a baby.-

-I know, but you were so serious! Why are you here alone?- Nick asks, sitting next to me; -Are you tired of your beloved dance partner?- He raises an amused eyebrow.

-Well no! - I say with an annoyed attitude, -It's just that ... -

-You hate that kind of music, I know. I do too.-

-I know,- I replied.

For a moment we stare into each other's eyes full of nostalgia.

-You haven't changed much,- I say to end this silence before I do something silly like cry or ... kiss him.

-Do you think so? you, on the other hand, are someone else-.

-Why do you say that?- His comment left me with a strange feeling.

-It's as if on the outside, you looked the same as always, but, I don't know, there is something different. Forget it, it's my English personality, you know I'm weird.-

I would like to tell him that he is right, what is different about me is that I no longer believe in love that much. But instead, I put my shoes on and tell him that I should go back to the party, after all, I'm the maid of honor.

We walk in silence and just before entering Nick takes my arm, turns me around, and pulls me close to him.
Now we are nose to nose, chest to chest and his strong arms surround my waist.

Our breaths become fast and I swear I can hear our hearts pound above the music. Time seems to stop and I start to panic.

When Nick loosens his grip a bit, I understand that he won't kiss me.

I am the one who loses control; I take each side of his incredibly beautiful face and bring it to mine, joining our lips in a kiss that feels like a drink of water after walking 7 years in the desert. But still, it feels strange. I do not know why.