The MomentA Story by Taylor Ann Dedicated to him. All the memories in my head flashed before
my very eyes. I would have never guessed all of the events would add up to
something like this, staring into his light emerald green eyes, as his lips
hinted a smile. The first time I ever really noticed him: The
day we met. I had never really known him, just through a friend, but when I
first saw him in computer class, I thought, “If my computer crashes, I’ll just
ask him for help.” Because I thought he was more of a techy person. We would
have simple conversations, as though the easy, ‘How are you?’ and ‘What’s up?’.
The more I spoke to him the more interested I became in learning about him. We
were both dating someone else at the time, so the thought of us being something
more never crossed my mind. We started talking in class, and walking
in the hallways together. I would always look forward to seeing his smiling
mouth and the feel of his finger poking my arm as a welcome to the new day. We
started asking each other random questions, as though if he preferred walls or
floors. He said floors, because he can’t lay on walls. And we just went from
there, becoming really close friends. We started talking more and more, my cell
phone being my life preserver whenever I was down. I enjoyed the sound of his
voice so much that I was oblivious to everything else around me. It seemed he
had wrapped my heart with a rope, and would slightly pull it out of my chest
each day. I cared about him more than anything. He
started becoming a book, one I never wanted to stop reading. You know, the book
you can’t ever put down because each chapter pulls you in? That’s what I was
reading. There were sad days, and happy days. Day’s
tears threatened to escape, and days I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.
But even on my worst days, he could tell something was up. ‘What’s wrong?’ he
would ask, and I would reply with, ‘Nothing.’ Then he would look me in the eye
and whisper, ‘liar.’ I was pretty much convinced he was a mind reader. By then we had moved on from our old
boyfriend and girlfriend. Events happened, but all that matters is that we came
through it together. I’ll never forget the day I was bawling in the hallways,
and he gave me a hug to help me feel better, wrapping his arms around me and
giving me a warm embrace, one that I cherished. Or the day we went to skate
city together, when we were skating and he grabbed my hand. I remember my
cheeks turning bright red, and just thankful the lights were turned down so he
couldn’t see. Before summer came someone told him that I
was using him. When I heard him tell me about it my heart seemed to drop from
my ribcage and just shatter on the concrete. But shortly after that, he seemed
to find all the pieces and glue it back together, though he never gave it back.
The summer came and I missed seeing him
bright and early every morning, but his ‘good morning’ texts brightened up my
day just as much. We texted, met a few times, and talked for hours at night,
until everyone else was sound asleep. To this day he still hasn’t given my heart
back that he pieced together. But it was the moment, the moment I was
sure, the moment everything was worth it. The moment where the only thing I can
do is bite the inside of my cheek and wait. Now, I may not know what love is,
but the feeling I get when I think of him, or the way my fingers tingle when
he’s near me, is a feeling I can’t shake, and hope never leaves my grasp. © 2012 Taylor AnnAuthor's Note
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