Him
Dear Diary,
I saw her again today. At her usual spot in the cafeteria. Her bright red hair a siren in an ocean of brown. I tried hard not to stare. But it was a struggle. Especially when she looked like that.
Those vivid green eyes sparkle with laughter and mischief. She captures my gaze and doesn’t let go, no matter how many times I tell myself that I’m only wasting my time. Girls like her are the ones that can be admired, but they are definitely not the type that fall for the kind of guys like me- dorky and always in the background, plenty of brains but no brawn.
I can’t really explain what it is about her that makes me wish I could stare at her all day. She isn’t exceptionally beautiful like the other girls. But at the same time, she is even better than them all. I think I like her smile the most. Soft, full lips showcasing a set of slightly uneven teeth. The dimples in her cheeks just enhance her smile and I wish I was the reason for it.
She was wearing a Batman t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans that hugged her legs to perfection. Her hair, wine red and full of curls, was tied at the nape of her neck. I ached to let it free and run my fingers through them. I was in the middle of spooning the pasta in my plate, when she glanced up and looked straight at me. I swear my heart froze along with my fingers.
And then to my absolute astonishment, she smiled at me!
A full- blown, megawatt smile that had me blushing to the tips of my ears.
Coward that I am, I quickly looked away, embarrassed that she had caught me staring. Hurriedly, I began eating without really tasting the food I swallowed. It was only later, when I thought that I had let enough time pass by, that I looked her way again. My heart turned over when I saw that this time she was the one staring.
I dropped the spoon without hearing it clatter to the floor. She didn’t even glance at it. But she smiled again and this time, I think I saw her suppress a giggle. So I smiled back.
I couldn’t help it.
In my chest, my heart skipped a beat and my hands felt clammy. We smiled at each other for at least half a minute (Yes, I counted the seconds), before I realized that the girls at her table were beginning to glance at us. I abruptly looked away. But from the corner of my eye, I noticed that she didn’t. And that made me smile just a bit more.
