The first time I saw him, I couldn't stop stealing glances at him. I didn't even know her name but I already hated the girl he was talking to; jealousy consumed as I watched them talk like they'd known each other for ages. I noticed every move they made, how she seemed to always find a reason to touch him in some way, how her laughter kept getting more high pitched. The more i watched them the angrier I got. I had never felt this possessive over a boy I hardly knew before; its like my heart had laid claim on him before my brain could catch up. I was beginning to question my own sanity.
That was before my eyes caught his, the moment I looked into those eyes every bit of me forgot to function. They were the purest shade of green I had ever seen. Staring into his eyes silenced all the crazy thoughts and feeling and all I could think of was how wanted him to look at me like that everyday- like I'm the most fascinating thing that's ever existed. I got so lost in his eyes I failed to notice him approach me or that he was talking to me while I just stared. i was brought out of my day dreaming by his laughter.
I thought his eyes would be my favorite thing about him but I was clearly mistaken. His voice soon became my next favorite thing. As I stood next to him blushing profusely. I noticed I liked a lot of things about him, like his smile; it seemed so genuine and it was contagious. We talked about everything and anything for almost four hours even though it felt longer. It was only when my roommate came to get me did I realize how late it was and how chilly it had gotten- I was so intrigued by this boy that everything else became irrelevant.
My emotions surprised me again, I was suddenly heartbroken by the thought of leaving him, a boy who's name I didn't know yet. As if he could feel what I was feeling he pulls me to him and hugs me like he's been wanting to for ages. In that hug I discover another thing I like about him; this one scared me, being in his arms, breathing in his scent and basking in his warmth, it made me feel safe.
I didn't know if I would see him again or this was one of those rare moments where you completely click with a stranger and have the best connection ever despite fact that you'll never see them again. But I wanted to leave everything to fate, I didn't leave my number or tell him how to find me, i didn't even give him my last name. what i felt for him scared me so i refused to let him give me his last name either; i might have done something crazy like writing my name with his last name.
Malik, the boy who stole my heart.