Just Something About Him

But the truth is that I've never fallen so hard
It's taking everything in me
Just to forget your sweater so far

-The Spill Canvas

I sighed and looked back down at my completely blank piece of paper. I pretty much thought about him all the time but when it came down to actually telling him I froze and my mouth started to act like it belonged to a fish but why is this so hard to write it down on paper.

I have never felt this way about anyone before in my life and it's like I can't stop thinking about you. Why can't I stop thinking about you? I can erase your name from my notebook but not from my heart. I see you and everything just leaves my head but the thought of you. I see you in the hall and my day is suddenly better and there's now a smile on my lips. The hallway could be full of people but you're the one that's catching my eye first.

I love..

What did I love about him? What made him so special to me that makes my heart melt in my chest and gives me butterflies every single time I see him?

I love your dark hair and the way you walk. I love the black coat you wear and the way you wear your jeans.

I put down my pen and flipped open my cell phone to see what time it was. I gathered my things off my bed and stuff them in my black messenger bag but before I close my bag, I grab the paper I had just minutes ago been writing on and I fold and tuck it nicely into my jean pocket.

I hear the honk that tells me that my best friend is now in my driveway waiting for me. I swing my bag over my shoulder and leave my room heading for the front door. I slide on a pair of one of many pairs of shoes I own and yell goodbye over my shoulder.

We ride to school like we did the day before and the day before that, with the music coming loudly out of the speakers and singing along at the top of our lungs.

We drive into the parking lot and park but before I got out my best friend asks, "You going to talk to him today?" like she did everyday and I nodded but we both knew I wouldn't.

The day flew by much like it did the day before. Saw him in the hall after second period and then again now just after fourth period. My cell buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and it reads,

Melanie, Melanie, Melanie.

You talk to him yet?

His face comes into mind and I touch my jean pocket to find the note I had written earlier that day but nothing was there. I started to panic and turned around only to see the guy that I have been dreaming about standing behind me reading a piece of paper.

He looked up at me and I met his chocolate brown eyes with my blue ones. I almost turned around and ran but something made me stop.

"You dropped this." He said to me and handed me back my piece of paper. I looked down at it and seen that he had written something underneath where I had written.

You're always the one I spot first in a hallway full of people.

edited 03/24/08