" The lights dim, the music starts to play, and our eyes automatically meet. The lyrics of the song speak the words my heart is too scared to admit: "I've always loved you, it's always been you." Trapped in a gaze, we slowly walk towards each other; there's no turning back now. Even though the room is almost pitch black, I see that face, those eyes, that smile, clear as day.
As we finally approach each other, the whole world fades away. Our past, the present, nothing seems to exist anymore. Suddenly the crowded room disappears and the only person in the entire room I can see is him. I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me, brushing my lips with his finger. A huge smile swells his lips as he gives me a look that rushes back into my memory. It's the same look that made me weak in the knees, the one that swept me off my feet, the one that made me fall in love. And suddenly, we're both looking at eachother the way we used to, and even though it doesn't make any sense at all, I don't do anything to stop it.
What is going on? I think to myself. But he reads my mind, just as he always does. He takes my hand and lifts it up to his chest, placing it against his red shirt. I look up at him, not knowing what to think.
"Feel my heart," he says to me, positioning my palm until I can feel it. The furious beating of his heart makes mine feel as though it is going to explode. Our eyes lock onto one another and my stomach flips the way it did when i first met him.
"You're the only girl who makes my heart beat this fast just with her smile."
Without thinking, I forget our ugly past, our fights, our breakup, and I fall right back into his presence. Biting my lip, I carefully take his other hand in mine and place it on my own heart. Its beating is so hard I think it is going to pop out of my chest.
This can't be real, I think.
I must be dreaming. He feels my heart and lets out a breath of disbelief and awe. His smile is so much bigger than I remember, and I finally remember why I held onto liking him so long.
Without saying another word, he pushes back my bangs and gingerly strokes them behind my ear. As his fingertips graze my face I close my eyes for a second, but when I open them, he's still there.
This is no dream.Pausing for a moment to look in my eyes one last time, he slowly pulls me into his embrace, grabbing the sides of my face with both his hands.
I hope he never lets go. At that moment my entire world seems to fall apart. Losing everything I had been trying to tell myself for the past eight months, my body gives into his kiss. But just as I think I completely lose myself, everything start to make sense again. I am finally happy and even though deep in my mind I know I should pick myself back up, my heart knows the truth:
there's no one else I'd rather fall for. "
Guy on the right. Woot!
