His sister and mine are both on the Dexter McCarty Varsity Basketball Team for 7th grade. I went to their very first game. That day I was screaming a shouting so loud that I could barely speak afterwards.
I don't know what it is but there's something in the way you flex your wrist and push the ball with the perfect amount of force. To hear the satisfying swish of the hoop. To hear the crowd cheering you on. The shots leaving everyone on edge. The referees that no one quite likes. The fouls they miss and the non-existent ones they call.
I looked over to my left to see him. He was very into the game. My heart started doing loopty loops in my chest. What's wrong with me? It's been 4 years and yet... I couldn't help but stare at this beautiful creature.
He had to have felt my stare for he turned his head as if someone had called his name. He saw me. I looked away and acted as if I didn't notice him. I looked over again to see him smiling.
Damn he knew. I still continued to act as if I hadn't noticed until he caught me. Until I his ocean blue eyes held mine. He was still smiling, even laughing at me now though he didn't look away. Neither did I. How could I?
I finally did look away to see my mom screaming beside me my sister's name. How could this be? How could my heart still race as it once did in 6th grade for him. For the one guy I couldn't get over. Who rejected me several times.
I'm a fool. I'm a fool to have loved you. To still be in love with you. To think that we could be something one day. To think your feelings with me will grow over time. It's been four years and I'm still waiting. It's as though I'll wait til the end of the world... To be with you once. One day, one hour, one minute. Just to have you to hold and call you mine.
This game helped me to realize that I never stopped loving you. And I might never stop. I'll be waiting. Whenever you're ready just know I'll be there...
At least that's what I thought... before I met Azahel.