Posts Tagged ‘romantic’

He’s sweet.

He’s sincere.

He hates liars.

He hates people who are fake, to the point where he prefers girl’s completely natural, no makeup, no touch-ups, all flaws included.

And he’s a poet.

Did I mention he’s into me? That’s the best part.

Wait no- the best part is probably the fact that he’s 19, but never been in a relationship, never got a first kiss, nothing. I’m not sure why but that is just a major turn-on. It’s because I know he hasn’t been around, he’s not jaded about romance, and everything he does or says just come out so.. sweet.

Oh and I think we’re kind of together. I don’t really know actually, and I’m not about to question things, I’m just going to let it flow.

He admitted he liked me, I admitted I liked him and he also admitted that he would kiss me except he’s nervous and he’s probably bad at it.

Eep. By the way, there’s no way he’s bad at it, it’s like impossible. Besides, I’ve only kissed one guy in my lifetime so I’m probably bad at it too.

But he’s so sweet.

And so thoughtful.

Just, such a nice person in general.

And sentimental too.

I think I found a gem.

I’m going to go now before I turn into jell-o.

 

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“This is the stop, let’s get off,”

“Alright, is everyone taking the subway?”

“No, some people are taking the next bus,”

 

I followed my friends and carefully stepped off the bus. Through the fog I could barely see which direction we were walking in and the crowds of people didn’t help. Why did we pick a rainy day to go bowling again? Oh yeah, it’s because it’s the last day before the break and we haven’t spent time as a group yet. I distantly hear my friends starting to say goodbye to each other and separating off. I lift my head and my eyes meet a pair of warm brown eyes. He makes his way through a few people to get to me and warps me up in a bear hug. I chuckle and bury my face in his chest. He pulls back soon, but keeps one arm around me and I keep one arm around his back.

 

“I have to take the bus,” He tells me as we both start walking.

“I know, I’m taking the subway,” I say.

 

“You know, you’re actually like my best friend,” He admits after a beat of silence. It was as if he just needed to let me know. I look him in surprise.

 

“Really?”

I ask him what happened to his old best friend, a girl who he had liked but hadn’t gotten liked back by. He hesitated, but replied,

 

“Oh. She’s part 2, I guess. She’s also my best friend,” I nod and we both slow down as the subway comes into sight. He reluctantly removes his arm from around me, forcing me to do the same. He turns to me slowly, as if we were saying farewell for a time longer than four days.

 

“Well, thanks for helping me and you know, being there for me,” He says with a shy, boyish smile. I peer at him through the misty rain. His eyes are squinting to see through the rain and little droplets of water rest on his carefully combed hair. I almost want to reach over and brush them away but I know that would be risking everything. Instead, I smile at him.

“You’re welcome.”

And right before he turns away, he hugs me again. I wrap my arms around his mid-section and wonder if there was any way I could freeze time and just stay there, in his warmth, under the misty rain. I understand that there wasn’t when I was no longer in his arms and he was no longer in my line of vision. I turn, looking for the subway in confusion. I feel my friend pull on my bag and lead me to the subway, which happened to be right behind me. Afterwards, my friend asked if I had a good time. I thought of his smiling face under the foggy mist and grinned.

“Yeah. It was a great day.”