One Fleeting Moment

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I stared into her magical eyes. I didn't want her to know the feelings that I felt. They had tightened each and every one of my stomach muscles. My usual cool, relaxed demeanor had been overcome by old, teenage clumsiness. I tried to cover my shaking hands up by putting them in between my legs, but the rattling just reverberated off of my hands and into my legs. Fortunately, for as stupid as I looked and felt, Erin didn't seem to notice. We had been talking for hours upon hours about life and what we had been through. I felt closer to her than I felt to anyone. I looked across the room, and instantly, I was in love with her. She looked back at me with such confidence, such aggression. Nevertheless, the way she presented herself was not in an aggression manner at all. She was gentle but intellegent, sweet but strong. It was difficult to know how to think of her. I was so impressed by her personality that I didn't know what to think. I was actually in the position of being afraid to tell her how I felt about her. I wanted so much to tell her how I felt. I had been trying for a while, but everytime, that I wanted too, I felt afraid. I thought that she might think that I was a terrible friend or that she might tell on me. I didn't know how she would respond. All I knew was that at this second, looking at that beautiful woman who had confessed the details that haunted her life to me, I had fallen in love. Now, I'd liked her for a while. We sometimes went on these walks, for hours, where all we would do was talk and enjoy the weather. I had fun with her. Wherever we went, shopping or exploring, it was enjoyable. I never thought that I could tolerate anyone for a long time, but with her, I could. This is the first time that I didn't feel so imposed on while hanging out with someone. I'm naturally very intraverted. Of course, I put on a fascade for the rest of the world, but in front of her, I want to be myself. I want to be happy. I want to share. The only thing that bothers me is when I share, and she doesn't. I want to connect more and more with her. It's like, when we share with each other, we're no longer strangers. Instead, we're two parts of a whole. It was on a night after my tests that I finally had the courage to go on "the" walk. We were walking all over the place, and we ended up under a veranda by the apartments. I wanted to kiss her so badly. She looked at me, and I looked back. I wanted to touch her warm back and press her body close to mine. I wanted to taste the sweet nector that her lips possessed. I wanted so badly to feel the feeling I knew I would feel with her kiss. I didn't even know what that feeling was. I just knew that the answer was in her kiss. Nevertheless, my lack of age and experience intimidated me. I knew I could be her support, her rock, but I didn't think that she would want someone so young. I figured that the wisdom she possessed was beyond my years. A flutter in a breeze, one moment that seemed like a fleeting second possessed the truth of my life, the truth of my future. The decisions made provoked the decisions to come, and the beauty of that night is alive in my memories.