There is something about that girl that warms my heart. It is like she could read into my mind and see right through my heart. She could even make me smile in my sub-consciousness. She's so different. She is so unlike those I have seen - those that I totally have no interest in. She could even ignite a spark of interest in me.
I could still remember her warmth and laughter while we had a meal just now. She sat across the table, talking to her own mother and my own. They are still probably inside, talking and chatting incessantly.
I stiffened shortly when I smelt her scent nearby. Though I tried to cover it by acting nonchalant, as I have always, I could not deny that she does have a very nice smell. She sat on the ledge with me, even though she was at least a meter apart. She smiled and just sat with me in quiet.
Minutes had passed but this girl never did wavered. She just remained seated there quietly as if it is the most natural thing to do. It made me wonder what she is thinking about. Humph, in my own thoughts, I could think about nothing but her. The way she just sits there can make me feel so calm. It is like, we had done this so many times before...
"Damn!" I thought silently in my head. "At this rate... this girl would be able to hurt me. I'm letting my guard down so easily. She could be anything for all I know. Even though her mother and mine is inseparable... She..."
I jerked when I noticed she was suddenly by my side holding my right hand. I could not mask the shock in my face, but her smiling face warms my heart. It was indescribable.
"She..." I heard her telling me. "...would always remain where you want her to be."
I didn't know why her ability to read my mind did not falter me at all. I didn't know why at that point of time as I was looking into her charming eyes and wondrous smile, I really did believe her words.
I turned my hand around so that the palm of her hand on mine rested against mine. Subconsciously, my left hand reached out to her cheek. She closed her eyes, but she continued to smile. As my thumb softly caresses her lips, I knew that I would always be craving to see that smile on her face.
The spark that was ignited had evidently hit something in my heart. Slowly, but as surely, it would grow into flames.