It All Starts and Ends With a Look

It all starts with a look. A single look that sends chills down your spine and makes you feel like you are on the world's scariest roller coaster. No words, no laughter, no sound. Just a look. A look from a pair of eyes that radiate warmth. A look from a pair of eyes that seem to stare into the depths of your soul. Just a look. Then comes the smile of a charming boy who couldn't possibly understand how charming he is. That boyish smile with that small little laugh that only comes from someone who is truly enjoying themselves. Then comes the eye roll from him when you make a corny joke or pun because he finds it funny but he also thinks it's stupid. Next thing you know, you are talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. You fill the silence with staring and giggling at each other's facial expressions. You ask meaningless questions and you repeat words because they sound funny the way he says them. And next thing you know, you have a best friend. You spend your free time together and always stop to say hello when you see each other. Always making unofficial plans to do nothing or something. And soon unspeakable feelings develop and you don't know how to react to them. You could act on them but you don't want to do anything because you are fearful. Always that small inkling of fear. This is so great and you don't to do anything to mess it up. So you don't do anything except wait. You wait it out. Then you can't take the waiting anymore and you do something so drastic and crazy that it couldn't possibly work. But it does and everything is great until something changes. You grow apart. You care, but you get bored. You get tired of seeing the same face every single day. And it all suddenly ends with that same look. That same look that makes you go weak in the knees and crushes your lungs and makes you feel like you can't breathe. Only, it doesn't make you feel that way anymore. Instead, it just makes you feel guilty because you wish you still felt that way, only you don't. The look is the same, but sadder and hurt. However, still filled with warmth. It still stares into to your soul and sends chills down your spine. It all ends with a look.

Each Second, Each Hour, Each Day

Isn't it funny how quickly life just passes us by? Each second, each hour, each day until eventually you don't realize how you got here. You just move through life to move, its mechanical almost. It feels like just yesterday your parents were tucking you into bed after reading you a bedtime story and now you have to tuck yourself into your own bed in an unfamiliar place. You try to make yourself feel comfortable, but you can't. You can't because you miss everything you used to have. You miss her smile, you miss his smell, you miss her laugh, you miss his voice. You miss everything. You miss the way you felt around them; you miss the life that you thought was once so complicated but was so much simpler than the present. You ignore the feelings just hoping that they go away. They don't. And next thing you know, you are all alone in a foreign place. You have friends, but they are all so new. You try to sleep, but the thoughts keep you up. You think about your old life like its in rewind, a never ending reel of memories. Each second, each hour, each day. The good, the bad, the indifferent. and then a single thought: isn't it funny how quickly life just passes us by? Each second, each hour, each day.