I am in love.
Yes, I'm admitting it through Steemit. This is the first time I do it after a long time and actually believe it.
CHAPTER 1: We met
We met on December 31st. We had been talking on WhatsApp for a week or so and finally met in person the very last day of 2017. It was just crazy. He didn't have his car and was at an aunt's house quite far from my home, but I grabbed my car and drove there because I really wanted to meet him. I was the happiest girl.
We went to a McDonald's, ordered some food, and stayed in my car eating and talking. But it was New Year's Eve, so we had to go back to our homes because we had family dinners and all that stuff. I drove him back to his aunt's house, and it came the time to say goodbye. No kiss but a hug. A hug. The most awkward and unexpected hug, but I loved it. I loved that he said "so... a hug?" and grabbed me. It wasn’t really long, but it was enough for me to hear his breath and smell his hair. He was the cutest. He was so nervous. I love to recall that moment when things were not complicated. He probably didn't really know how to act, and I was delighted by his awkward being.
A week after - the longest week ever - we met for the second time. We, again, went to a McDonald's but this time I wanted to get out of the car. I mean, I wanted to see how tall he was and I also wanted to show off my legs. I was wearing a cute dress ;). And this time I noticed his eyes.
Let me explain you something. I am one of those people who have a thing for eyes. I always look at people in the eyes, and I've experienced myself how much you can transmit through them.
I saw his eyes, hidden under his mane of brown hair. I saw how his eyes contrasted with his light-kinda-toasted-brown-ish skin. They are light brown and have little touches of green that shine brightly under his glasses when the light hits them. They seem shady, dark, like he has build up a wall inside him. I couldn't see a thing in his eyes, though it seemed like he desperately wanted to show something. He was hiding a storm. Those are the most beautiful and unforgettable eyes I have ever seen.
But this is not a happy tale. I wish it were a happy tale, and somehow, I still hope it has a happy ending. Now, I'm just sad.
These are my eyes.
Thanks for reading. Merci merci,
Cala