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'' Hey, is everything ok?'' he asked and I blushed, trying to hide my red eyes. I wasnt over him. He was my first everything. Just the thought of a life without him made me want to curl up and cry, cry, cry. Here i was thinking i was just a regular adult but... But i think that even catching the smallest glimmer of love has spun my world around. The bell of the restaurant chimed but the noise was lost upon me. The world had once again gone into a still and once again i was questioning myself but i realizee the one person i had never questioned was him ... Because he always always let me know how he felt. He said he loved me. Do i still love him?

Maya POV

Riley was on a date for the first in who knew how long, and then he just HAD to come along and ruin it, but she would get over it, this was Riley who probably didnt even know what deporesion meant. She would bounce back but i didnt know if she would have the same hope for the world.

"You worry too much you know?"

"Hey," i whispered still in a daze, worrying for my friend and not seeing his concerned gaze, " I just... I wish sometimes life would work out for her. You know? I always seem like and everyone always thinks that i have a horrible life but sometimes i think that i have the better life, all she does is question herself and whether she is worthy and even though we all try to convince her, i think she has to find the answer herself."

"Wow," he said avoiding my gaze, " you've really thought about this and i do understand what you're saying. The last time i saw her smile, really smile was 10 years ago. I still care about ger too, you know?"

"Yeah," i said looking at the floor myself as i smiled a bittersweet smile, "the last time, when he broke up with her."

"Listen Maya," i looked up and almost stumbled back from his deep eyes, he was tryjng to tell me something and.. And it was something i had never seen in his eyes before, "you realize we need to talk?" He asked softly tantalising me by brushing his fingers against mine then taking them back only seconds after

"About what?" I asked, my heart going at the speed of a rollercoaster, it felt like it was ready to jump out just from his touch and his soulful gaze and i felt my throat go dry.

In an even more caring and soft voice he whispered as if he couldn't believe he was saying this himself, "About you...About me ," and he finished making my head spin with " about us."

"Is there even an us?" I asked taking my hand away before he could do anymore damage to my main organ, i just wanted to be careful. Hope was simply, uniquely great, it made you feel like you were flying over oceans and seas and catching glimpses of painstakingly beautiful things. But when you lost it, it fell the world had crashed, like your worst nightmare had come true, like you had experienced the last moments of the suns life and you hadnt even known that it was about to end before it went behind the clouds and you found a summer rain, and lies and deceitment.

"Of course there is," and i was unbelievably overwhelmed by the sincerity of his voice, his soft touch, his protective stance and for the first time in my life i was crying openly about and in front of a boy. What on Earth did he want from me? I was broken, and a sad loser who hid behind her best friend and her snappy attitude.

"I know you doubt yourself, we all do, but you probably the most and I want to be the one to help you get to your goal, to your safe place, i want to be the one you come to cry to, not Riley even though you can go to her sometimes, but do you understand Maya? I want to experience everything with you, inside jokes, dates and maybe even one day i want to be the one you wake up to every morning, the one who sees the silver streaks in your hair, who brushes your long silky hair."

I turned to face him because this... This moment was important and whatever became of it. I strand of my hair became untucked as we leaned closer to each other and he paused looking confused for a moment before tucking it back and coming even closer to me than he ever had before. He lifted my chin up and brushed his lips against mine... And... How do you even describe that. The jolt of electricity and filling every part of me with life, with hope, with that absolutely divine and alluring feeling of being in flight. How do you describe the goosebumps the rippled across my arm, my melting heart or my trembling legs? I couldnt stand anymore and felt myself wilting to the floor. But he caught me like he always had, like he always did and held my up at he pressed his lips against line in an innocent, soft, enchanting and absolutely glorious kiss and symbol of his love... For me.