Love, miracles and beautiful endings. Part 1
Take a look at each other. Then take a deep breath. You see, it’s all in the moment. It’s in the cliche. It’s in everything before that. You count to five and then you touch her hand. She looks at you and then she sees that look in your eyes, that longing that’s been repressed since your friendship. Somehow, it’s only now that she realizes the reason for your unusual behavior. Here goes nothing. You try to speak. She interrupts you.
Don’t speak. I know.
It’s astounding. It’s breathtaking. Because right now, the moment’s been sweeped of your feet. It’s in her court.
I love you too.
Inside you, you’re screaming like hell. The though is just so crazy, that somehow you two resonated with each other. Your heart beats faster. Time goes slower. Your neurons move a little bit slower. It’s a fucking cliche. Regardless, it’s still a fucking miracle. Life is a miracle. And so is this.
You look into her eyes. You move your hand. She moves hers. Your hands touch. She looks at you. The moment is magical. And both of you speaks at the same time.
I love you.
Such is the beginning of a beautiful ending.
TBC.
