Till There Was You © 2012 Veradis. All Rights Reserved.
Three words. Eight letters.
Today was the day I was finally going to say it.
Never in my twenty-one years had I ever come across a girl like her.
She was the one, and I was sure of it.
If only she knew . . .
“James, will you calm down? Your frantic jittering is making me nervous,” my best friend Claire shouted, attempting to relieve me from my unnecessary state of panic.
I couldn’t help myself. My pearly whites were clattering faster than a woodpecker on a bright spring morning, my limbs were cursed with a zealous shiver that refused to cease, and my heart was beating more rapid than a snare drum at a band competition. Nervousness didn’t even begin to describe what I was going through.
A hand whipped across my face. The tips of her freshly manicured nails grazed my baby soft skin, leaving a red welt in the shape of her tiny palm.
Grasping my swollen cheek, I unintentionally shot her a menacing glare. “What the heck is wrong with you, Claire!”
She immediately took a step back. Nice one, James! My face softened at the sight of her frightened expression. I walked towards her, pulling her into my loving arms. She fit so perfectly with me. We were meant to be . . . best friends.
“I’m sorry, Claire. I didn’t mean that. I was just excited for tonight,” I apologized, tracing the tip of each word with the dearest sincerity as I spoke.
I sighed in relief as I heard a faint whisper, “it’s okay.”
It’s okay, I repeated in my head. Claire was right. It was going to be okay, and it all was because of her. She was the light in my life. She was my world, and today, she was going to know it.
Flashing her soul-melting snow white smile, Claire asked, “So . . . You’re finally going to say it, aren’t you?”
Reality hit me - right then, and there.
I knew that I was going to say it, but I never realized how momentous it was going to be. A sudden rush of fear flooded my thoughts as I began to second-guess myself.
A few minutes passed before she came to mind, immediately submerging my irrational doubts. My heart began to skip beats, as thoughts of her brought nothing but sheer bliss.
I, James Montoya, was in love, and she was finally going to know the truth.
Claire skipped over to my perfectly made bed. I quickly followed Claire - sans skipping, and plopped down on the soft bed beside her. I set my gaze upon her, and lost myself in her misty grey orbs. “Y-yes,” I stuttered helplessly.
The connection between my mind and body was severed. I was just living in the moment. My thoughts were traveling faster than the speed of light. All I knew was that it had to be done. I had spent years waiting for the perfect moment, and now that it was finally here. I was finally going to make her see . . . me.
“I can’t believe that it has taken almost twenty-one years for The James Montoya to say those three words. She won’t see it coming. I absolutely love it!” Claire chirped.
“She won’t? And you do?” I questioned, lightly scratching my head. Wait? How could she not see it coming? I thought it was obvious. I mean a romantic dinner on Valentine’s Day wouldn’t ring a bell?
“James, seriously?” Claire replied sarcastically. Was I missing something? “Come on, it is YOU we’re talking about! Everyone and their mothers know that you don’t believe in love. And yes, I do. It makes my day knowing that my best friend truly loves someone. And you know what? She loves you, too. I just know it.”
Claire’s comment sweetly plucked my heartstrings. I really hoped that she would love me back. “Do you think she’ll like it?” I asked endearingly.
“No,” Claire quickly answered - a bit too quick for my taste.
“What?” I unintentionally shouted, scaring Claire and causing her to move away from me, again. I definitely wasn’t expecting that answer. I was already scared to pour out my heart and soul to her. The slightest notions that she might not love me back did nothing but make me want to run and hide.