N/A: I know I haven't written anything for a while, but that just came out and I decided to post it. Hope you like it!

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Someone like you

The way you looked at me that night, I thought I would just melt.

At first, I saw you from a fair distance and simply couldn't catch my breath, I was almost sure my heart had stopped beating.

I watched as you debated with yourself, deciding if you should or shouldn't smoke.

The way you played with that cigarette in you hand… I felt so drown to you. I couldn't wait to feel those same hands against my skin, fingertips pressing against my flesh. I blushed at those views.

I finally took the courage, walked straight ahead and faced you. You were with that James Dean pose I was so found of. You hadn't even touched me yet and I thought to myself I couldn't get more involved, more attracted or fascinated by you.

I knew we had already kissed, but that didn't stop the crazy butterflies that went through my stomach as I stared at your eyes. I had never seen and I'm certain that I will never see eyes like that again; eyes so deep and so unusual. I could get lost in them forever, trying to find out the secrets they seemed to hide, to cover from the world. I had never felt so insecure or so intrigued in my life.

We allowed ourselves to just stare at each other for a moment. I felt so alive. I couldn't believe we were actually together.

When you took me in your arms I felt like burning; everything seemed to disappear and I faced your instance gaze one more time, before feeling my lips against yours. I had never felt so hot.

You were the first to make me feel that way and, at that moment, I knew it would be impossible to feel that way with someone who wasn't you. Someone who wasn't going to have your crazy hair, who wasn't going to have your profound brownish like eyes, who wasn't going to make my palms sweat, my knees weaken or my face flush. Someone who wasn't going to be so complex as you were, who wouldn't write his thoughts at the pages of every book I had, who wasn't going to have your crooked smile or your unique smirk. Someone who wasn't going to wear that black leather jacket you were, who wasn't going to waste so much time in front of the mirror arranging his hair, who wouldn't shake his head at the sound of The Clash, who wouldn't understand me or read me like you could. Someone who wasn't going to keep his books at his back pocket or make me feel free to do whatever I wanted in disregard of the consequences. Someone who wasn't going to make me argue with my mother, to make my fears vanish, my mind race, my body shake and who wasn't going to make feelings I didn't know I had come out to the surface. Someone who I knew I wouldn't trust more than I trusted you. Someone who wasn't going to be such a mess and who wasn't going to be so perfect at the same time.

When I stared at your eyes once again, I couldn't tear away. I was addicted. When I stared at them, I remembered all those things I had known and all those things that had yet to be discovered about you.

I also knew I had fallen in love with you.