Take a Bite of My Heart

The first time I met him, he sat alone, waiting for me. He glanced up at me through dark eyelashes with a stern look on his face. I was nervous, and he barely spoke or smiled. I was sure that he hated me, which only made me bumble and babble worse than normal. He was so handsome, and I didn’t want him to see that my hands were shaking being so close to him. I was humiliated and feeling so vulnerable.

Somewhere in that first conversation, I can’t remember exactly how it happened, but I laughed, and he laughed too. It transformed him, made him so adorable and sweet. Kind of insanely loveable really. He never stopped smiling at me that afternoon. I’ve liked him ever since.

He still watches me. It is exciting, and I show off for him. He is mostly serious, reserved, and extremely shy. He is hard to get to know, and I get frustrated because I really want to know him. Each time I am ready to give up, he smiles at me in that beautiful way, and my entire world turns upside down.