hers again.
“Because,” I answer quickly, “You asked me to.”
She stares at me.
“But why?” She questioned searching my eyes for the slightest sign of uncertainty. “Is it because you care about me, because you’ve grown (in only a short time) fond of the girl that I am; the one who Connor didn’t allow himself the chance to truly know?”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I should say right now. What if she doesn’t understand how I feel? What if she thinks my feelings for her, over such a short time are juvenile and unrealistic? I can’t tell her, I won’t. If I don’t, at least I can leave her hospital room with a little dignity. I trusted someone with my heart before, pouring it out, letting them in only to be left heartbroken in the end. I can’t, I won’t make that mistake again, and especially not with a girl I’ve only just met.
The young woman interrupts my thoughts with her words.
“I believe that you and I come from different worlds,” she whispers, “But sometimes fate steps in and those world collide unexpectedly.”
I feel my face tense just before it goes numb.
“What do you mean?” I question her.
Her pretty, naturally pink lips form a half smile.
“I mean that maybe us coming into each other’s lives might not have been by accident,” she ponders. “Maybe it was just how things were meant to be, maybe it was how things needed to work out.”
I freeze with panic unsure of how I should respond. I don’t know if she means exactly what I’m thinking she does. Is she saying that there is a chance that fate has brought us together for more than just a friendship? Is that what she is really saying? I don’t believe it. Can it be? I don’t even know if I actually believe in fate.
Staring back into each other’s eyes, we see each other for exactly who we both are. I am just a boy and she is just a girl. We don’t see one another in the same light as others in our pasts did.
The woman in front of me, isn’t who other’s tell her she is; she is more than just beautiful. I can tell by the way her eyes light up as I stare into the mirrors of her soul. There is more to her, so much more than what the natural eye can see. I am looking at the real person behind it all through the eyes of my heart. She isn’t a snob; she isn’t empty and heartless like I had first thought, when we had met by chance, before the accident in the coffee shop.
I imagine she’s seeing that there’s more to me than my dime-a-dozen job, my geeky and slightly awkward first impression.
The room grows still and quiet enough to hear a pin drop. My heart begins to beat faster and faster, while my mind tells me to do something I’m not sure would be best. I can’t; she’s almost a married woman. It would be right would it? But what about the man that she shouldn’t trust with her heart? That changes things. She deserves better, but if I do what my mind tells me to, does that mean that I’m saying that I’m what she deserves? If I surrender to my feelings and kiss her will it even make a difference? What if she doesn’t like it. What if that isn’t what she wants?
Before I can arrive at a practical decision something happens suddenly. I taste the sweetness of the young woman’s lips on my own. Her lips are softer and gentler than anything I’ve ever felt before. I can feel her warmth, her kind nature and her feelings for me.
We hold the kiss for as long as we can before letting go, surrendering regretfully to reality. I stand to my feet in haste.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her stumbling backwards a bit dazed. “I didn’t mean to––”
She cuts me off.
“Christian,” she says softly. “It’s OK.”
I run my hand through my dark hair, pushing back the nerves, trying to appear unfazed by her kiss.
“I really better be going,” I tell her heading toward the door, avoiding the
“Because,” I answer quickly, “You asked me to.”
She stares at me.
“But why?” She questioned searching my eyes for the slightest sign of uncertainty. “Is it because you care about me, because you’ve grown (in only a short time) fond of the girl that I am; the one who Connor didn’t allow himself the chance to truly know?”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I should say right now. What if she doesn’t understand how I feel? What if she thinks my feelings for her, over such a short time are juvenile and unrealistic? I can’t tell her, I won’t. If I don’t, at least I can leave her hospital room with a little dignity. I trusted someone with my heart before, pouring it out, letting them in only to be left heartbroken in the end. I can’t, I won’t make that mistake again, and especially not with a girl I’ve only just met.
The young woman interrupts my thoughts with her words.
“I believe that you and I come from different worlds,” she whispers, “But sometimes fate steps in and those world collide unexpectedly.”
I feel my face tense just before it goes numb.
“What do you mean?” I question her.
Her pretty, naturally pink lips form a half smile.
“I mean that maybe us coming into each other’s lives might not have been by accident,” she ponders. “Maybe it was just how things were meant to be, maybe it was how things needed to work out.”
I freeze with panic unsure of how I should respond. I don’t know if she means exactly what I’m thinking she does. Is she saying that there is a chance that fate has brought us together for more than just a friendship? Is that what she is really saying? I don’t believe it. Can it be? I don’t even know if I actually believe in fate.
Staring back into each other’s eyes, we see each other for exactly who we both are. I am just a boy and she is just a girl. We don’t see one another in the same light as others in our pasts did.
The woman in front of me, isn’t who other’s tell her she is; she is more than just beautiful. I can tell by the way her eyes light up as I stare into the mirrors of her soul. There is more to her, so much more than what the natural eye can see. I am looking at the real person behind it all through the eyes of my heart. She isn’t a snob; she isn’t empty and heartless like I had first thought, when we had met by chance, before the accident in the coffee shop.
I imagine she’s seeing that there’s more to me than my dime-a-dozen job, my geeky and slightly awkward first impression.
The room grows still and quiet enough to hear a pin drop. My heart begins to beat faster and faster, while my mind tells me to do something I’m not sure would be best. I can’t; she’s almost a married woman. It would be right would it? But what about the man that she shouldn’t trust with her heart? That changes things. She deserves better, but if I do what my mind tells me to, does that mean that I’m saying that I’m what she deserves? If I surrender to my feelings and kiss her will it even make a difference? What if she doesn’t like it. What if that isn’t what she wants?
Before I can arrive at a practical decision something happens suddenly. I taste the sweetness of the young woman’s lips on my own. Her lips are softer and gentler than anything I’ve ever felt before. I can feel her warmth, her kind nature and her feelings for me.
We hold the kiss for as long as we can before letting go, surrendering regretfully to reality. I stand to my feet in haste.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her stumbling backwards a bit dazed. “I didn’t mean to––”
She cuts me off.
“Christian,” she says softly. “It’s OK.”
I run my hand through my dark hair, pushing back the nerves, trying to appear unfazed by her kiss.
“I really better be going,” I tell her heading toward the door, avoiding the
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