I love watching chick flicks, yeah gay but whatever who cares. But the thing is, it always makes me think and causes my mind to wander, to have wishful thinking. If I would make a movie of myself, I'd make it a romantic tragedy, but in a lower sense? Okay, a movie scene that keeps replaying in my head, or kinda something poetic? Whatever flows through the fingers, then I'll see what it is.


It must be mating season for the butterflies, cause they are surely causing a commotion in my stomach. I never thought I'd be this nervous. It's nothing new, a secret surprise. As routine as waking up in the morning. But this time it's different. You're someone different -

I'm at your door, trying to think of the right word to say. "You look-" Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Words just don't do it justice. The door opens and the first thing to catch me are your dazzling eyes, making me choke inside. "You...look......nice...." Of all the words I use "nice." "I mean, you look..." stumble on my words in attemp to make a good recovery. The pulse is flatline. And you can't help but start that cute little giggle that makes your eyes squint just the slightest, and makes your face all that adorable. While I, red as a tomato, fill with embarrassment and try to play it cool by laughing it off. I walk you to the car and attempt to open your door, but insistent, you open it yourself. And I kick myself for not being there in time. Hurriedly, I walk to the other side unaware of the uneven levels of the ground and trip a little. I open the door trying to pretend nothing happened. And I take a glimpse at you and you to me with a little grin on your face. She saw it. We drive and drive. And the usual thing. I look at you, turn away and smile. You look at me, turn away and smile. Then we catch each other looking at each other and then let out a laugh. We arrive at a simple, but elegant restaurant, that little one on the corner you like. A good place to eat, and conversate, as it is quiet enough to actually hear each other from across the table without having to raise our voices. Again I attempt to get the door for you, but you again are insistent and let yourself out. This time I made it a point that I would open the door to the restaurant for you. I open the door, you smile once more, and walk in. I proceed after. At our table, I grab your coat and place it on the coat hanger next to our table. Then I try to push in your chair, but it doesn't work. And you laugh a little, seeing at how I'm trying so hard to be a gentleman for you. We look at the menus, but we know that we don't really care about the food. You already know what to get, and as lazy as I am, I plan on ordering the same as you. The waiter takes our order. You go first, and you order the fish of the day. Fish? That's what she's ordering. "I'll have..." So much for that. "I'll have the grilled chicken with vegetables." As we wait for the orders, we conversate about many things. Mainly life, our goals and dreams, our day, future plans. It's weird cause I hadn't any idea about the kind of person you are. And after each word that leaves your lips, I want to get to know you more and more. We finish our dinner. I take the check, then take your coat, put it on you, open the door, and we walk out. "Doesn't it seem like such a lovely evening. The stars are out and the night is still young. Walk with me," she says. Signs of a good thing. We stroll along the sidewalk, listening to the occasional conversations that pass us by, the whirling by of the cars, the faint sound of the gulls at the dock. As we walk, a biker almost hits us. I take your hand and pull you away from safety. For a moment, we stood their looking at each other, your eyes at mine, hand in hand. The next moment we pull away as if it were a crime. Awkward silence. Quick exchange of glances once again. We continue walking, hands in my pockets, yours behind your back. As I get lost in thoughts about what just happened, what I should think of it, you have a little smirk on your face and you smoothly place your arm around mines. Lay your head on my shoulder. We continue walking, and any thoughts once filled in my head have dispersed into the air like the stars do across the sky. and my heart just wants to jump out of my chest just as much as i want to jump for joy in the streets. We take a stop at a small bench, that seemed as if it were made for nights like these. We sit, her arm still across mine, head on my shoulder. Across from our eyes was the ocean sprinkled with reflections of the twinkle of the stars and the light of the moon. The night was ours. It couldn't have been more perfect. Shhh. Stir away from those thoughts. Don't want to jinx anything. She lifts her head, "It's getting late. We should go." A look of sadness came on my face, though I tried to hide it, but the expression on her face read the same. But she put on a smile that immediately took the sadness away. We walk back. Isn't it strange how the way back always seem shorter than the way going there? I especially disliked this preconceived notion this night. Before I knew it, we were back in the car on the way to her house. Little conversations about random things, final stop. She could see the sad expression on my face as I get out the door. This time, she lets me open the door for her. She grazes my cheek as I help her out the car. We walk slowly to her front porch. Trying to prolong the night as much as possible. We're at her door, the place where it all began. "I had a really wonderful time tonight," she says. "I had an amazing night, only cause it was with an amazing girl." Yeah, it's corny, but I didn't choke this time. Inside, the feeling felt so right. She blushes a little and this time I giggle a little as she giggled along as her eyes squinted again. "Would you like to come inside for a bit?" Frozen. What did this mean? Thoughts run through my head back and forth. Should I accept her invitation? I did not want to imply anything, so I nicely declined the invitation. A look of sadness and disappointment fills her face. As horrible as I felt, I did not want anything to happen, not just yet. I wanted to take it slow with her. She starts heading inside her home, but I did not want to end the night on a bad note. "Wait. I think you're forgetting something." She gets this abrupt look on her face as if she were thinking 'What could I be possibly be forgetting?' She turns and looks at me. I give her a kiss on the cheek, and I could feel the warmth on her face as the blood quickly filled her cheeks. As red as a tomato. I walk away with a smile on my face. The same one she gave me when we sat on the bench. Before I leave, I turn a moment. She's still wearing the same smile. That same smile that caught me from the moment I met her. I open the door to my home, to my bedroom. I collapse onto my bed, in disbelief of the night that I just experienced. Was it for real? It was too perfect for words. It was- Amazing. Wonderful. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. "It was nice" I thought in my head. I smile once more and let out a big sigh of relief. "Ama-" "Zing," she faintly whispers under her breath and closes her eyes as she sleeps by my bedside.





I can only dream...someday...sigh