Words that won't form are just as unimportant as ones that come without thinking. Your thoughts still don't get across. They're stuck in thin air, looking for a way to reach the person they were shaped for. No sound is made. Then no one understands. That simple. Still, I can't shake the uneasy feeling that comes from standing in front of one I care about. His eyes on mine. His breathing easier than mine. The way he stands there like whatever l say will interest him in the slightest. I open my mouth again slowly as the words flow out. "Will you, um, go with me?"
Stay here with me… What am I suppose to say to that? Why does he say things like that? It's hard to understand him when I have no idea how to response. My eyes find his gazing into me. It's like he can see everything I'm thinking. Even through me. He looks away suddenly, his hand lifting to cover his face. His breathing quickens as he turns away from me. "Why should I stay here?" I ask teasingly, grabbing his attention instantly. I circle around him, for once; I stare deeply into his eyes, searching for the emotions that he is trying so hard to hide. I see it. It's so small though, and disappears the moment he speaks. "Obviously because I want you too. I'll be lonely if you go," he says, warmth filling his cheeks. It takes me by surprise. I sigh loudly as I lean up, taking his face in my hands. I pull his lips to mine only for a second, my fingers pinching his cheeks. He looks at me like I'm crazy. "I like you enough not to be bored around you. So as long as you don't get on my nerves, I'll always stay with you!" I say loudly. As the words sink into both our heads, I feel the heat in my face.