Yes, that's how he stole my first kiss. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn't let me move. Finally, I managed to shove him back.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling. "What's going on in your mind?" I kept throwing question after question at him.
He just looked at me, smirking, then smiled. He stepped closer and gently took my hand.
"Don't try to hide your feelings. I know everything," he said.
I was in shock. How could he know? I hadn't talked to anyone about this. How did he find out? My mind raced with confusion.
"Stop blabbering," I snapped. "I have no feelings for you."
He gently touched my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. "Look into my eyes, and then tell me the truth."
I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes. I looked away, avoiding his gaze.
"What are you talking about?" I tried to change the subject. "It's getting late. Let's go now."
He got angry and scolded me, "What an arrogant girl you are. What's the problem with accepting your true feelings?" He looked at me and said, "I'm not that dumb. I can tell how you feel when I'm with you. All I wanted was for you to accept it yourself, but you're never going to do that."
He continued, "On Saturday, I went to the office. I checked your table. Alex said you took a day off and went to your hometown. At that time, my parents were talking about my marriage. I clearly explained to them that I didn't want to get married, but we had an argument, and they decided to go back to America.
At that moment, I felt bad. I didn't want to marry anyone; all I need is you. I wanted to talk to you, so I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. I tried to find your address in your certificates, and while searching, I checked your table. I saw your notebook there. Yes, that notebook you always carried with you when you sat in the park. I saw everything in it. I saw your feelings through your doodles. The last one you drew really hurt my heart. You drew me with another girl, and you were watching us from a distance. That hurt me. I won't choose anyone over you. Why do you think like that?"
"My engagement plan was made entirely by my family. I didn't know anything about it," he said, pouring his heart out to me.
Tears were running down my cheeks. He was almost crying too. He hugged me tightly and said, "I love you. I can't hide my feelings anymore." I hugged him back tightly and, with a shaky voice, said, "I love you." He cried, and in that moment, he started to tease me, "I can't hear you, what did you say?" I hugged him tighter and smiled through my tears. Yes, we were in love.
We both looked into each other's eyes and smiled. I never thought being in love could be so beautiful. I held his face with my hands and slowly leaned closer. Tears of love started to fall as I kissed him. Honestly, I never thought love could make the world feel this beautiful.
After we got into the car, we were both too shy to speak. The whole ride was filled with awkward silence. We stole glances at each other and smiled, both of us blushing.
After a while, he dropped me off at my place. Then, his naughty side kicked in. He asked, "Can you pack your things and come live with me? Shall we live together?" He said it with that mischievous smile of his.
I pinched him and said, "Dare to dream!" Then I ran to my room. He just smiled at me, and I was still blushing.
I'll never forget that first day of our relationship.
Then we became a lovey-dovey couple. He always stared at me from his cabin. Every time I went to the cafeteria, he would come and sit at the next table, just looking at me. It was like we had our own secret world, and nothing else mattered.
After work, we would both go to the park. We'd hug, sit, and watch the stars together. Those quiet moments felt magical, as if the universe had paused just for us.
We went to hotels and watched movies together, enjoying each other's company like nothing else existed. We shared lots of hugs and kisses, each one more meaningful than the last.
For the first time in my life, the world felt calm and beautiful. Everything seemed perfect.
We didn't even realize that three months had already flown by in the blink of an eye.
My birthday came, and he was more excited about it than I was. I never really celebrated birthdays much, but he couldn't contain his excitement.
He took me out for birthday shopping and bought me a new dress. Before dropping me off at my place, he said, "Wear this dress and wait for me at the park tomorrow. I'll pick you up, and we'll go somewhere nice. We'll do whatever you like."
Later, after he reached home, he called me. His was the first birthday wish I received. "Happy Birthday," he said warmly.
Before hanging up, he added, "Sleep early. We have lots of plans tomorrow." Then, he ended the call.
On my birthday, I got ready and went to the park as planned. I waited for him, but he didn't show up. I tried calling him, but he didn't answer. Fear started creeping in—why wasn't he taking my calls? What had happened?
I kept calling him repeatedly, and after so many tries, he finally picked up. "Wait for me there. I'll come," he said, and then he cut the call. But he still didn't come.
I sent him countless messages, but he didn't reply. I waited for him the entire day, sitting alone in the park. I felt abandoned and utterly lonely. Tears started streaming down my face, and I cried a lot. I hadn't eaten anything since morning, and hunger combined with heartbreak only made things worse.
People in the park began to look at me strangely, but I didn't care. I felt lonely, angry, and hurt.
Finally, late at night, he arrived at the park. By then, I didn't even want to speak to him. This was probably the worst birthday I'd ever had. I couldn't understand why he was acting like this. At that moment, I didn't even want to look at his face. I stayed silent, saying nothing.