Warm Breeze on that June Night
Then There's You
No one likes me. So I was certain that you wouldn’t either.
I hear it when they speak, when they whisper and give me looks. I am not naïve. I know when I’m not wanted. And I was certain you didn’t want me either.
But on that night, when you asked me to walk with you for a bit at the park across from campus, you proved me wrong.
Your eyes sparkled under the moonlight, your hair like strands of silk filled with radiance. I find myself dazed from looking at you. I was awestruck and it wasn’t the first time.
You skipped. I walked. I followed you closely but I kept my distance, not knowing whether I could cross that line, whether I was worthy enough to walk alongside you.
The smell of humid grass filled my nose. It had just rained and I could see the puddles on the ground. There was a warm breeze that caressed my arms. I wondered if you felt it too, if you felt the things I was feeling that night.
As I put my hands into my pocket, you turned around, almost a twirl, like a little kid attempting a pirouette, and faced me. You paused so I paused.
Then I remember you saying these exact words to me, “I think I like you. Like, like like you.”
I didn’t know what it was that you liked about me or what compelled you at that time to say those words to me but I didn’t care. Just hearing those words felt good. They reassured my chaotic heart.
Just hearing those words, especially from your lips, comforted me like the warm breeze on that June night.
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