Wish Cupid Was Alive

I'm sitting in the midst of the green, partially deserted ground, all alone, thinking what am i seriously doing on the first day of my college. Being of bubbly nature, still I'm so bad at starting off a conversation. I stood up, realizing my loneliness when suddenly I heard someone calling my name "Risa! Watch the ball" my heart palpitating and I had my hopes so up. but what? Ball? OH!!! protecting myself from that swift ball I took a few steps back. In all the bewilderment, I lost my balance and was about to fall until when I realized a fair, soft hand on my waist, holding me gently but firmly, assuring me of his utmost protection and care. I was grateful to wear a cropped top that day and to experience his soft touch, increasing my heartbeat every second, arousing every inch of my body. He threw the cricket ball that he caught a few second back. I didn't know why these few seconds seemed too long for me as if the world was in slow motion. I came back to my senses and stood straight. I could see his beautiful, mysterious eyes which has got a lot to say, his hair so perfectly set that even when displaced seemed perfect to me. he was wearing a black mask, making me more curious about the beauty embraced by it. I was staring at him badly, knowing that it's not the only chance to see him but I just couldn't take my eyes off. His eyes manifested his loneliness, whispering silently to obliterate his intense feeling that he thought might be eternal.