Walk Home

The last bell rings, signaling the end of another mundane day. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it felt like the world shifted just a little bit. You asked me to walk home with you! I could barely breathe the whole time.

 

I've always admired you from afar. Every time I see you, I feel a flutter in my chest. Your eyes are deep and bright; steal my soul day and night. I tried so hard not to stare, but it was impossible. I've always been a dreamer, lost in books and fantasies. But now, reality feels more magical than any story I've ever read.

 

To think, just a few weeks ago, you were an unattainable dream. Now, we savor comfortable moments and even exchange words. Every interaction is a spark, igniting fire within me. It was the most wonderful feeling. 

 

And so we walk. The bustling city fades into the background, replaced by the rhythm of our footsteps and the silent conversation of our hearts. The air between us crackles with delicate tension. Secret smile and whispered sigh as stolen glances painted the sky.

 

"Can I see you again tomorrow?" You asked. My lips parted as I basked in the warmth of your gaze. What will tomorrow bring? The thought of seeing you again fills me with excitement and a touch of fear. I wonder if you feel the same way or if you're just being nice. Cause your name now that echoes through the corridors of my heart. Maybe we’ll talk more. Or maybe you’ll forget all about me. I pray that this feeling will last.


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