"His eyes shone in the darkness, they were a bright light in the emptiness...they looked at me with passion and curiosity and for a moment I forgot who I really was".
- Basma J.
I remember that day all too well. It was the first day I saw those emerald eyes, it was the first day we made eye contact, it was the first day we knew of eachother's existence.
I was out with a friend when I saw him from far away. 'He's cute' I thought. As I got closer I realised that he was covering the entrance of the residence. "Excuse me" I said. But he didn't seem to hear me, instead of moving out of the way he put his hands in his pockets which made the entrance even narrower. Being the dare devil I am, I squeezed past him, causing our skin to make contact. At that moment I looked into his emerald eyes and my breath caught in my throat. He was staring out into space, ignoring my presence. I was sad, dissapointed and thought that the feelings were only one-sided. However, a while later, I caught him taking a sneak peek at me. But as soon as I saw him he looked away.
That day I spent the night out with my friend, in the residence. I never knew he was my neighbour and that night I was determined to find him again; and I did.
It was as if we were mesmorised in the moment, his friends were talking to him but his eyes were on me, and they never left. I would look at him from time to time, catching his gaze, and I would look away. I may be a dare devil but I sure as hell am shy. The rest of the night was spent taking peeks at eachother but neither one dared to make the first move. Although, I considered that simple touch a first move on my behalf.
A week passed by, and I had to travel. I still hadn't talked to him, not even a simple "hi". A few days later my friend calls me saying he asked about me, I was delighted. She said he awkwardly came up to her looking a bit nervous, when he said "hi", she asked him what he wanted, and his answer was simple.
"I uh, I just want to know where your ... friend is". He said.
"Which one?" She asked, even though she knew perfectly well it was me he was talking about.
"The one with the glasses and long hair." He said.
"OOOOH, yeah she traveled and isn't coming back till summer ends". She replied.
She told me he looked sad and looked like he wanted to say something, so she waited till he did. What he said left me smiling; he had asked for my number and Facebook acount, and she was more than ready to give it to him. I couldn't believe my ears, the guy I was passionately into thinks about me even when I'm gone.
I checked my Facebook acount that instant, and there it was, a friend request. He hadn't called me though, and I wondered why. But at that moment I couldn't care less, after all, he did send me a friend request!
I ofcource, accepted. Several days later he sent me a message, and several days passed before I replied. From then on, our conversations were endless. I was more than thrilled when I got back from my vacation. A day later I saw him and threw him a cute smile. He smiled back and started making his way towards me.
"Hey beautiful". He said, those emerald eyes never leaving mine.
"Hey". I said shyly.
We walked talked for hours before saying goodbye. My heart squeezes at the thought of him, his smile, his personality, the way he smells... and the way he looks at me with those emerald eyes. I wanted him, every dirty inch. There was no doubt about the way I felt about him, I just hoped he felt the same way about ME.
Now, we still talk, we're still close, and he still looks deeply at me with those emerald eyes. The only difference is that now, those eyes have a gleam to them, they show affection and love. This time, he was mine and I was his. And when he leaned in for a kiss, sparks flew and an unexplainable fire raged inside of me.
Now I know.... that I love him.... and he loves me back.