A gentle, light-hearted, fluffy cute story... (I know, gasp with awe!)
This is probably going to be a two-part piece.
Admiring from afar had only one advantage: Nobody could see you daydream.
And that's just what they both did.
It started off simple enough: A rogue girl makes a random appearance into strange surroundings, catching the attention of a very curious stranger. A very curious stranger who immediately became smitten for reasons he couldn't quite comprehend. So he played it off and playfully joked about his devious plans for abducting the newcomer and running off with her. Little did he know that his simple jests would become so much more.
She thought his playful prods were just that, but something in the back of her mind made her buzz with curiosity. So many what ifs? soon flooded her mind, to the point that she couldn't quell her curiosity by herself. She took his prods to heart and began following him around whenever she had the chance. She always got that same gentle pink blush and giddily shy smile when he would look up and happen to lock eyes with her, if even for half a second. She loved catching him by surprise. Watching the pleasant jolt race through his body was amusing and fascinating. She loved observing him and every little thing he did.
And even with all of this going on, they still found a way to be apart from one another for long stretches on end. While in physical amounts the separation was maybe thirty or sixty days, in emotional amounts the separation was measured in eternities. Agonizing, slow eternities that left both questioning, are you coming back to see me again soon? And deep down in their minds, they swore this was wrong -- after all, they both were entangled in other relationships and agendas -- but how could you fight against a pull so strong that brought you together no matter how long the passage of time?
Soon secret trysts were formed. They would pry away from their prior engagements and run away, naughty children knowing better but unwilling to care. They disappeared together and spent the time simply absorbing the company of one another. Gentle conversations consisting of small talk that slowly turned into deeper conversations about beliefs and personal information. Silly little jokes that became theirs and only theirs to comprehend. The space between the two as they sat slowly disappearing until finally she was quite comfortable sitting on his lap... and he had to convince himself not to hold her close... no matter how badly his heart yearned for it.
She wasn't his... not his... he wanted her to be... but things were complicated. She couldn't be his, not with she belonging to another and he already with somebody who he had given his loyalty and his word. But it wasn't fair! His mind reflected back to his once innocent-enough remarks about stealing her and making her his own. Apparently his heart knew something that his mind did not at that time -- those silly remarks were becoming more and more serious concepts that he pondered over late into the night. He had developed a strange new fear: What if I eventually lose her to somebody who is brave enough to go through with his ideas? Could he handle losing her? Something in his mind told him that he probably could not.
He saw how she behaved. He saw her vicious tendencies and her verbal violence. Fortunately, he had never been on the receiving end of this nastier side of her, but he knew it was all for show. In all their secret meetings, he learned that this girl was nothing more than a shy child at heart -- wanting companionship, afraid of being hurt, and, more than anything... wanting someone to play with. And how badly he wanted to be that someone...
She was a tease. She kept him on his toes and kept him guessing while being completely obvious with her intentions. She was a master of provoking him to do things that normally he found himself too reserved to attempt. She brought out an energetic and bolder side that, somehow, only she seemed to know existed in him. Her words danced around in playful riddles that all said the same thing: I like you... I dare you to like me back. It seemed like maybe she also knew he did, indeed, like her, and her challenges were naughty little stabs just to leave him reeling. She never intentionally set out to cause him harm, and had grown increasingly jealous of any other female that might've garnered more of his attention than she. But it wasn't anything she needed to worry over -- she had more of his attention than anyone else would ever muster.
As the time passed, the tensions began mounting. Desires, frustrations, daydreams, fantasies, and fate were slowly coming together. Their hidden retreats became more episodes of silence and observation as they seemed to be scoping out one another for clues as to how to proceed next. It was a strange, sharp, and very sudden change in the dynamics that brought about more questions: Have I waited too long?
But the silence and strain wasn't provoking a sense of separation or distress. No, quite the opposite... the silence and strain suggested that the time of reckoning was upon them.
Make a move.
Now or never.
The silence and strain transformed a year's worth of pondering and questioning into two futures of knowing. Two futures that had now become one.
Admiring someone from afar allows you to daydream without being seen.
But if your daydreams are never seen, you'll always be admiring from afar.
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