His hair shined in the hot sunlight as he looked at me. He was across the room but I still saw how utturably beautiful his deep rich-brown eyes were; how his face seemed exactly symetrical, and perfect. He was wearing the usual 'Gangster' ecamble with a touch of his own style, his pants were a bit baggy and sagged, his shirt fit the perfectly built chest, but was mostly covered by a black jacket. He looked at me with acute interest. I was used to attention from guys but this one guy seemed to make my breathing get faster and my heart to race. Usually if I cought the eye of a boy I would playfully turn my head and walk away swinging my butt to make sure they got a good veiw. I was a tease, big time. He was different though, I'd had guys better looking than him stare at me before, so why did I care that he was so handsom, why didn't I follow normal procedure? Finally after i have no idea how long, his head was gently caught between to small hands and dragged to the face of another girl. Watching hiim kiss this girl, this man i didn't even know, infurriated me! I shook my head to clear my thoughts as i began to imagine what it would be like if it was me he was kissing, the gentle press of his body would feel so protective and his lips would be warm....
When he pulled away and looked up I was no longer there.
I tried not to think of him, I tried to forget how he looked at me as if I was the only person there, but it somehow managed to creep into my mind as I lay in bed wishing for sleep to come. And it did eventually, with HIM following closely behind.
I was so surprised that I dropped my coffee onto the floor. HE was standing there in al his ahndsom glory, waiting for someone it looked like. Probably the girl he was kissing I told myself angrily. Spilt coffee forgotten i walked forward, trying to get through the door unnoticed for he was standing right next to it, it seemed impossible. "Hey! Hey Girl!" he said his voice so melodious i almot fainted, he surely wasnt talking to me! So i kept walking. His hand wrapped around my wrist, "Hey, are you okay?"
I lokked up into those unfathomable eyes and saw the same curiousity i saw the day before. "Um... ya, I'm fine." I barely managed to get out. His arm slid around my shoulders.
That was how we first met, we became friends, then closer, and clser, we told eachother everything, and we soon fell in love with oneanother. Everything seemed so happy! So right! Until he went to the doctor.....I had know about the pains he had been having in his lungs lately. But he said it was no big deal. So I didn't worry. When he came over that night he seemed so out of it so sad and gloomy sort of like a zombie, when we got to my room he closed the door, wrapped me in his arms and cried. I was so shocked and scared i began crying along with him asking what was wrong and telliong him i was frieghtened. I stroked his back as we stood there and held eachother. Finally he whispered in such a dead-pan voice the shivers ran down my back three times,"I'm dying baby, I have about two weeks left." I was shocked for a minute and couldn't move. He was leaving me, in the worst way. I grabbed him tighter and began crying harder than hw was himself.
The next two weeks we spent together, every single second. The last day he whispered to me "I love you so much, baby. Don't you ever forget that. Im so proud of you." He died as I held him. I lay there shaking, rocking, crying, screaming.
I wanted to kill myself ill admit it. I wanted to so bad that I had knifes to my wrists, guns to my head, but when i was about to i remembered something he said to me, "Listen to me, baby girl. When Im gone I want youto go on, I dont want you to go and be miserable. okay? I want you to find someone else and be happy. Plaese baby please be happy, for me be happy. I love you so much. Make me proud! Do something great with your life!!!!" That was always enough to make me stop. Even though i still hurt for him and love him, im moving on, I will never forget him.......I may be moving slowly but at least im still moving, and thats more than most can say.
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