Last year was a very special year for me. I learned new things, made a lot of good memories and met a lot of new people. Some of which I will never be able to forget. Nicholas was one of them. We met at a friend’s house; I remember it was a Saturday. When I first saw him, I never imagined meeting him would end up meaning so much to me.
He was tall and seemed older than me. His hair was dark, just like his eyes and his presence made me a little bit uncomfortable to tell the truth. We were at the living room and he was sitting in the couch next to me. I started playing an Eminem song on my phone and as I started to sing he turned to me and said “Omg, you like Eminem?” He sounded surprised and shocked. I laughed a little and replied “Yeah, I actually kind of love him”. I noticed how his lips slowly turned into a smile. “That’s pretty awesome… I’ve never met a girl who knows Eminem’s lyrics that well” He said. I smiled back and replied “Do you like him?”
“I do. What songs do you have?” I showed him the ones I had on my phone and he showed me the ones he had on his. We hanged out the rest of the night together and I started to discover he was a pretty nice guy.
After that day, we became great friends. We talked every single day, all day long. He told me about his life, his family and friends. He expressed his feelings with me and I knew he didn’t do that with a lot of people, so it made me feel confident to tell him my own problems or anything that was bothering me. He one time told me some issues he had with his dad and opened up his heart to me in a way that not only made me feel special, but so much closer to him.
I sometimes admired him. He was so secure about himself. He saw himself as someone who deserved the best and was above everyone else. I hated it now and then, but at the same time I kind of liked it. He was also proud and not the type of person who apologizes. We sometimes fought and not one time did he say sorry. But what was special about him was that, even though he was stubborn and obstinate, it somehow worked. We got along great and his personality seemed to fit mine. He was fun to be with and we never ran out of things to talk about. He told me about his ex’s and their stories. He was definitely not the type of guy that’s faithful; he was more the type that parties all night and doesn't care about anything.
At that time I didn’t look at him like more than just a friend, but on a Friday night, while we were at the movies, he grabbed my hand. I could feel his fingers trembling as they touched mine and I felt a wave of heat flowing through my body, starting at my feet and ending at my head, making my cheeks go red. I still remember his sweet smell. It reminded me of my father’s cologne filling my lungs every Monday morning when he said goodbye and went off to work for another week. Suddenly he let the words out, “I need to tell you truth about how I feel.” This time, my hands were the ones trembling. “What do you mean?” I whispered.
He took a deep breath. “I think I’m starting to have feelings for you. I was going to tell you sooner but I felt it wasn’t the right time. I want you to give me a shot. Please.”
“I don’t know what to say Nicholas, I’ve just never thought of you that way. I don’t know.”
None of us said anything after that and when the movie ended, we just said goodbye and went our own ways. We continued to talk the next couple of weeks, until I decided I couldn’t be with him because I was holding on to the idea of him being just my friend so strongly that I didn’t even pay attention to what I was truly feeling. As the months passed I found myself missing him and I knew hadn’t make the right choice. I tried to talk to him again, but he had already moved on. I still love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone else and I like to think that when we are more mature, we will find ourselves throughout the way; everything will go back to what it used to be, and we will learn to love each other more and more each day.
He was tall and seemed older than me. His hair was dark, just like his eyes and his presence made me a little bit uncomfortable to tell the truth. We were at the living room and he was sitting in the couch next to me. I started playing an Eminem song on my phone and as I started to sing he turned to me and said “Omg, you like Eminem?” He sounded surprised and shocked. I laughed a little and replied “Yeah, I actually kind of love him”. I noticed how his lips slowly turned into a smile. “That’s pretty awesome… I’ve never met a girl who knows Eminem’s lyrics that well” He said. I smiled back and replied “Do you like him?”
“I do. What songs do you have?” I showed him the ones I had on my phone and he showed me the ones he had on his. We hanged out the rest of the night together and I started to discover he was a pretty nice guy.
After that day, we became great friends. We talked every single day, all day long. He told me about his life, his family and friends. He expressed his feelings with me and I knew he didn’t do that with a lot of people, so it made me feel confident to tell him my own problems or anything that was bothering me. He one time told me some issues he had with his dad and opened up his heart to me in a way that not only made me feel special, but so much closer to him.
I sometimes admired him. He was so secure about himself. He saw himself as someone who deserved the best and was above everyone else. I hated it now and then, but at the same time I kind of liked it. He was also proud and not the type of person who apologizes. We sometimes fought and not one time did he say sorry. But what was special about him was that, even though he was stubborn and obstinate, it somehow worked. We got along great and his personality seemed to fit mine. He was fun to be with and we never ran out of things to talk about. He told me about his ex’s and their stories. He was definitely not the type of guy that’s faithful; he was more the type that parties all night and doesn't care about anything.
At that time I didn’t look at him like more than just a friend, but on a Friday night, while we were at the movies, he grabbed my hand. I could feel his fingers trembling as they touched mine and I felt a wave of heat flowing through my body, starting at my feet and ending at my head, making my cheeks go red. I still remember his sweet smell. It reminded me of my father’s cologne filling my lungs every Monday morning when he said goodbye and went off to work for another week. Suddenly he let the words out, “I need to tell you truth about how I feel.” This time, my hands were the ones trembling. “What do you mean?” I whispered.
He took a deep breath. “I think I’m starting to have feelings for you. I was going to tell you sooner but I felt it wasn’t the right time. I want you to give me a shot. Please.”
“I don’t know what to say Nicholas, I’ve just never thought of you that way. I don’t know.”
None of us said anything after that and when the movie ended, we just said goodbye and went our own ways. We continued to talk the next couple of weeks, until I decided I couldn’t be with him because I was holding on to the idea of him being just my friend so strongly that I didn’t even pay attention to what I was truly feeling. As the months passed I found myself missing him and I knew hadn’t make the right choice. I tried to talk to him again, but he had already moved on. I still love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone else and I like to think that when we are more mature, we will find ourselves throughout the way; everything will go back to what it used to be, and we will learn to love each other more and more each day.
Desi:
ResponderEliminarYou provide a really great story here, but I can't exactly picture the characters. Work, next time on clearer characterization of whatever/whoever it is you're writing about. Make them really come to life on the page with rich description and metaphor. How do they smell? What do they typically wear?
Yeah?
Best,
Miss K