Behind Closed Doors

My hands became sweaty and sticky while my tummy started doing summersaults. There was a lump in my throat that kept getting bigger and bigger. I wanted to run away, avert my eyes. But something was making me stay. Some unrecognizable force that I couldn't get away from. While these emotions were coursing through me like an endless river, I was staring into the most mind-boggling emerald green eyes. Who possesses these extravagant eyes? A boy. A boy just as baffling as his eyes. A boy I've grown to love against the most impossible odds. A boy I haven't even talked to yet- well, I talked, he didn't.

Some may ask, "How do you know your feelings are true if you barely know him?" To be honest, I don't know. I just feel it.