It was a glorious, peaceful and a colorful evening
We'd just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, he had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, "C'mon, be a man and buy me a smoothie and yourself a cup of coffee gguk. We'll drink together!"
He doesn't like coffee, I do that's why when he handed me my cup and looked into my eyes with his own big bright puppy eyes, I can never escape. I knew I was a goner, so I tried it. . .
. . .and may be it was the reason that it turned out to be the best thing I'd ever tasted.
Then he pulled me out of the place. My hand still tingled where he had grabbed it.
As we walked through the park with our drinks and the drizzle began to fall, it was clear before this but not anymore, now the sky was coloured with white grays.
He pulled out an umbrella from his bag and I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.
"Don't be silly," he laughed boxy, pulling me under the umbrella with him. I couldn't help but laugh too, his laugh, his soft but deep giggles in between are infectious.
As the sun started to shine again, he pulled me down to sit on a bench and then suddenly he had my lap pillowed while he was laying over the bench.
He beamed at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly. He closed his eyes, clutching his coffee in his hands and I continued drinking mine.
After what felt like an ecstatic eternity he softly spoke, "So gguk. . ." he began, but something was different, I knew this tone of his voice.
It's dangerous.
"Who do you like?" he almost whispered.
Oh there it is, the question, and I looked away
I wanted to say, 'you, you, a thousand times you. You're the only one I can ever think about. You're gorgeous and sweet and funny, beautiful, pretty and–"
I sighed.
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.
He looked at me with a cautious smile and said "If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?"
Don't do this to me.
"Okay," I whispered somehow and internally begged that he'd stop. I was afraid, afraid that I'd hear someone else's name, It'd hurt, Right?
"The. . . " He started, "The person I like–
no no no no-
–is you."
I dropped my drink.
