You were seated across the table, eyeing me intently. It's been awhile I had an eye-to-eye contact with someone of the opposite sex. It felt so intimate, penetrating my soul. Your gaze pierced through me, making me feel so vulnerable that when I opened my mouth to speak, I stuttered.
I tried to do the same. I didn't blink as I studied your face. Our eyes were the ones talking, immersed in their own intimate conversation. I was the first one to look away, breaking the tension that is building up. I realized that what we were having is making me weak little by little, pulling down my defenses and disarming me.
I focused my attention to something else, doing my best to appear nonchalant but to no avail. I couldn't help but to look again. Damn it, you were still staring at me. I don't know exactly if I was anxious or elated. And I'm not sure if it ever showed in my face. Then, you did something that gave me butterflies in my stomach.
You smiled. A mischievious kind of smile. I wanted to ask you that time, "What are you thinking? What's on your mind?"
Behind us, fireworks began glittering against the dark sky of the night. I returned the gesture, giving a somewhat reserved smile and then shifted my gaze to the quiet cityscape in front of us. The noise of the firecrackers echoed and their light sparkled all around us until silence and darkness befell us once again, the excitement they brought now gone like a love I once lost. I looked back at you and caught you still eyeing me.
It's been awhile that I felt something like this. Curious, uneasy, self-conscious, and insecure. Your mysterious actions gave me this desire I can't ignore. A desire to lay down beside you on the grass, put my head on your chest to hear the slow beating of your heart. I wanted to feel the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe for me. I wanted your hands to caress my hair as we turn our gaze towards the billions of stars above.
But I'm afraid it can never happen again. That thing again with you.
Edited by: Geoseff Garcia