Rona Ramjas

First Love

By Rona Ramjas

I felt his eyes pierce through my soul with just one look into my eyes, and felt the blood rushing through my vessels like a hungry cat after a mouse. I was embraced by his presence and delightfully haunted by thoughts of him.

I removed a few awkward strands of hair that danced infront of my face. My eyes moved anxiously away from his face, I was searching for something, anything to keep my mind and eyes off of him, but that was impossible, he was sitting across from me and I felt his eyes on me and I knew he was wearing his smile,with the sparkle in his eyes,checks blushing, and lips slightly curved up, and so I kept his smile close to my heart.

"Why are you so tense tonight?", he asked.

I answered without looking directly at him, "Just tired, that's all".

"You look lost", he said to me with the sound of hope in his voice, hoping that I would say something and tell him what's bothering me.

He responded to the awkward silence.

"You're not like this, you're always in a good mood and chatting, usually you talk too darn much". Then he giggled and I couldn't help but smile.

My mind was racing back through time, I tried to recount the times we had spent just hanging out and enjoying each other's presense. Movies, bowling, pools, parties, shopping at the mall and just lying around doing nothing and late nights on the phone, we were buddies and that was great but I wanted more.

"I'm sorry", I finally replied.

"It's ok", he said.

"No, you don't understand, I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry that I can't be just your friend and I'm sorry that I want more and I'm sorry that.........

He touched my lips with his fingers, silently saying, shut up, you talk too much and he responded with a kiss.

And so the story goes on.............

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