You called my name and smiled, now I can’t breathe. I caught your gaze, you’re too beautiful. But that isn’t a problem. Love is patient, so let’s take our time, Love is kind, so let’s not part ways soon.
I can’t believe this, splotchy paintings are my gift, but I could watch you go all day. I’m spellbound. I stared at you for too long, now you’re wondering if I’m okay. You lean in, I drop my head.
“What’s up with you?” you ask with a laugh. Great question: What is up with you? I’ve known you for years now and I just can’t figure it out: When did you become so beautiful?
You lift my face to yours and my hair falls in my eyes. You brush it aside and frown, “Your forehead is freezing. Do you have a cold?”
“I….” my voice hesitates. All of the sudden, it’s almost impossible to maintain eye contact, I feel faint. Maybe I’m getting sick? My heart has always been quiet, but right now it’s beating something frightful. I’ve been numb for as long as I could remember; always shoving Cupid out the door whenever he came knocking. I think he just broke the hinges.
“Tough question isn’t it?” you smirk. Yet again, I drop my head. “Why do you keep shunning me? Is it something I said?” The guilt in your voice wraps its cold fingers around my heart and I shiver.
“I knew it. You do have a cold.” You begin to wrap your jacket around me before I can protest, I fixate my gaze on the floor and try to ignore the painfully short distance between your breath and my face. “You don’t have to be ashamed of being sick. You want me to walk you home?”
I lift my gaze to you and have to bite my lip to keep from crying. “You don’t understand, I’m in love with you.”
P.S. I’m trying to expand my horizons and write about topics I don’t usually cover. That wasn’t too cringeworthy was it? I tried really hard to vary the sentence structure because that’s something I usually struggle with it (as well as writing anything remotely romantic.) Let me know how I did and how I can improve so that I don’t sound like some doe-eyed blonde who makes songs about nothing other than her ex-boyfriends. Save for her last album. Not that I’m referring to anyone in particular.
P.P.S. For the American readers, don’t forget to vote! Find your polling place location and hours here! Go get out there and let your voice be heard!