How could he not?
I walk into the room.
And search for him.
He has to be here.
How could he not?
I have waited all week to see him.
Ah there, look at him.
He is so gorgeous.
"Hi!" I said to him as I walked up to him.
I took a deep breath and smiled up at him.
Did he know?
Did he know that his mere presence made my stomach flutter?
Did he know that all I wanted to do was be held by him?
Did he see that I was so happy to see him?
How could he not?
I felt like it was a neon sign to my forehead.
He looked at me and smiled.
That God damn smile.
That made my brain turn to mush.
That made my heart quentch.
That knoted my tongue.
What's up? he asked as he lifted his hat to fix his hat to fix his blond hair.
What up?? I thought.
I can't think.
It's like time has slowed down as he runs his hand through his hair.
Oh, how I wish that was me.
He looks at me expectantly.
I realize I need to answer.
"Haha, nothing much." I say and rack my brain for something in my fried brain to say. "Just you know, the sky. How about you?"
Damn it! I think, that was dumb.
He looks at me for a second, then his beautiful face breaks into a breathtaking smile.
"I'm good." He replys
He opens his arms for a hug, I gladly walk into his arms.
He has the best hugs.
They are like the warmest days of summer, mixed with all of the sweet memory's.
Like being hugged my a teddy bear, that was made with the softest silk.
I know it's real.
I don't get this feeling with other people.
This envelopment of warmth.
Does he feel my pounding heart?
Does he hear my short breaths?
Can he sense my nervousness?
how could he not?
