I have fallen completely in love with you; with your smile, with your voice, with your laugh, with the way you walk and the way you bring the sun into each room. Each morning my mind traces through every dream you walked through. Each night I lay in my chilled bed and think of how whole I would feel should you find slumber beside me. Every fiber of my body yearns to learn what your soft hands would feel like when those fingers finally brush against my flesh, and how your lips must feel like an angel’s wing.
I love the powder pink cardigan you are wearing today, the knitted material hugs your body in a way I wish I could drape over you. The familiar click of those shining Mary Jane's against the hardwood flood is a sound I could pick up no matter how many voices clutter this place. That knee length black dress is so casual in style, but I know you wore it because you know I love the way it fits on your form. A pure Goddess gifting your beauty to those below; it's the only way I can describe you, as your ethereal grace was never meant for this world.
I love how delicately your finger type across your keyboard. I wonder what you are writing. Is it something for me? Do you sit at that same table in the corner – the one by our largest round window, with the hanging ferns trying to reach out as far as its leaves will allow – with the perfect view of myself behind this counter and write all you feel down on the page, because like me, no spoken word will be able to express how deep this love goes.
I can’t help but be envious of the pen that you are nibbling on. There’s a smear of lipstick against the pen, and I have half a mind to climb over this counter and kiss all of it off of your lips. Its a dark red shade, and while normally I’d prefer a more natural tone, this one looks so good on you that I cannot find flaw. You’re sucking on the end of the pen as you flip through your textbook, and you must know what you are doing to me with the movement of your lips.
I say your name like a peasant daring to address a queen as your coffee and muffin comes up. As you lift your head at my voice, I cannot but marvel that God took the time to shine the sun brighter behind you. A beauty. A Goddess. My love. You take each step towards me, and my heart starts to beat to the sound of those shiny black Mary Jane’s tapping against the wooden floorboards.
“Thank you.” Your voice is like honey dripping down my parched throat. My fingers linger on the pumpkin spice chai, in prayer that you might take the chance and brush your flesh against mine. The fates must have decided to fight against what we have, as I can feel the sliver of air that kept our touch apart. You walk away, and I can’t help but wonder if the heat on my checks matches the blush on yours. Your lipstick stains the lid of your drink, and the desire to kiss your lips grow.
I’m forced to look away when another crowd comes in. They are loud, unruly and I will never understand how you stand being friends with them. They are immature and it must be tiring for you, to have to put up with those boys when you yourself are so much more mature than anyone your age. They block my sight of you as they join at your table, cluttering your perfect little workspace with their textbook and bags.
The afternoon goes on, and I catch every glance of you that I can. Our eyes keep meeting, and I know you are just as desperate as me to be free of the distance between us.
I have fallen in love with you even more after today. When you finally leave the coffee shop, I can’t help but to watch every step you take away from me. The beat of my heart matches the steps of your shiny black Mary Jane’s, and as the door closes behind you, I can feel my heart desiring to stop. I know you’ll be back here when school gets off tomorrow, but it's far too long of a wait.
I have fallen completely in love with you; with your smile, with your voice, with your laugh, with the way you walk and the way you bring the sun into each room. I know you love me too, and one day you’ll be brave enough to say it as well.
About the Creator
Connie
Poetry, Horror, Feminism and Spice... that is the makings of my writing journey.
Looking to continue to grow my craft and continue to create works that people enjoy reading.




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