Almost Happy?

He looks at me. To my surprise his face has a softness that I never would have imagined him to aim at me.

I blush and avert my eyes quick as a deer. Ah, he's embarrassed and he looked away too. My face is hot, from all of the blood rushing to my face. I turn my eyes toward him, and he's glancing at me too. Is this happening? I can't believe it. Should I go up to him? Or will he walk up to me? Ah I don't know. All I can do is hope for some sort of miracle and that something unbelievable will happen.

This time when we catch each other's sights, his eyes lock with mine. I feel warm, and embarrassed.

Oh he's adorable, his cheeks are red too. At least now I know that I'm not alone in this, feeling insecure. One thing is for certain. He's now looking at me, like I had always been looking at him.

I begin to form a smile. He smiles the sweetest smile in my direction. It was a greeting of pure joy and happiness. What more could I ask for?

Always I had hoped that one day we would end up together, having seen the light of the inevitable. Yet he always seemed to slip away right through my fingers, straight past my side. It's hard to tell if this is real, because miracles don't happen in reality; there are only happy and well received coincidences.

Maybe these feelings had finally sunk in and were set deeper than ever, and that's why I'm placing so much hope in this dreamy reality. Had he finally noticed my earnest sentiments? I move toward him sceptically, with a heart brimming with hope. He smiles, and opens his arms widely toward me. It's as though he is beckoning me to his side.

I feel compelled and move in to his broad chest. I feel comfortable, secure and wonderful. This is happening. Wait he is holding me so firmly, what's wrong? He sighs and breathes out deeply, as though he had finally won that prize in the crane game.

I feel treasured. Had he been thinking of me in such a manner? I redden at the thought. I look into his face; he looks so peaceful and full of bliss. I think to myself, ah this is the man I love. Why didn't I try before? I was scared of rejection and getting hurt. I couldn't bear the thought of him laughing in my face or just saying no flat out. A coward is what I am. Yet thankfully we are together now.

I take my face and bury it within his chest, so warm and comforting. I think this is love. It's sweet and innocent, and definitely full of potential.

So why is it that I can't get my mind over the fact that this could all be a dream, a happy, happy, magnificently, blissful dream.

With that thought, I hear a loud ringing sound. I go to it and when I reach it, I open my eyes. I can't believe I dreamed this again. It feels more real every time. Gentle tears flow from my eyes. I'm weeping. After a while I wipe my eyes dry, and get out of bed, in order to see him smile at someone else when I see him today.

THE END