flames
My skin caught on fire at the first touch of skin that I had ever experienced with the love of my life. It was a simple action; nothing big, but I had never felt goosebumps with such an affectionately eager feeling before. My heart was racing, blood pressure sailing across the sea as I only longed for much more than a friendly hug. I think he saw it in my eyes: the fear, the excitement, the longing. Because after that moment, I couldn't say a word without my shaking legs and tongue-twisted speech interrupting us. We didn't talk much that night anyway, except for the flirty glances exchanged from across the yard. Our eyes seemed to hold up all the conversation that was needed, and even though there was a distance between us, this conversation could last for hours. I should have regretted something about that night: the lack of communication, anti-socialization, but somehow I felt better than ever before. That first touch, the hug in which I became contained within his being physically, mentally, and emotionally, drifted me out of reality and into a state of dreams. From this point on, I couldn't tell the difference between dreaming and real life. My imagination had the best of me, and I didn't want to travel back to the real world. Eventually I had to face the wretched truth that he didn't feel the same way. Sitting on my bed under a pink blanket thinking back to the party, I made the impulsive decision to call him. Of course I had no idea what I would even say, but as soon as I heard his soft voice say, "Hey Nicole," all of my emotions came pouring out. I told him exactly how I felt when we hugged, and how stupid it probably was of me, yet all he could do was laugh. "Why are you laughing?" I managed to ask, and, after a brief moment of silence his only words were, "Because I love you." The world stopped turning as I let out a quick gasp. God, I hope I'm not dreaming, I thought to myself. I returned to reality when I remembered that the call was still on the line. "Can we meet tonight for coffee and a chat?" I asked. "I'll meet you at 7," he said, with a tone of excitement.
I sat down at a table outside of the coffee shop that I had planned to meet him. 6:56 pm, my watch read. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice. I looked up to see the most beautiful pair of ocean blue eyes; the same ones that had been exchanging glances a short week ago. Without saying a word I stood up and hugged him with a true passion, this time my heart engulfing in flames.