I took my cold, new opened beer, stood up on my tipsy legs, and slowly started to walk away. Away from the loud music, and the singing crowd. Away from the steaming heat, that was caused, not only by the fire, but also by the people dancing to the unbearable, stinky music. Yes, away from everything. You know, just to get to think clear. Not because I was able to actually think clear, but to get away from all the noises and the heat, would probably clear my head just a bit.
When I had taken a good distance to the party, I sat down by the river, took my shoes of, and put my tired, overheated feet into the cold water. It was nice to sit there and get cooled down. I felt the fresh and sweet summer breeze in my hair and face, while the crowd singing and shouting had become some sort of background music to me. After all the singing and partying my voice was kind of broke, so I drank half of my beer in one sip, and my throat slowly began to behave normal again.
Suddenly I heard steps behind me, so I turned to see who it was, and god I would've loved to see my own face at that moment. I can't explain what bomb of happiness that exploded inside me, when I saw him. My eyes must have looked like two bunches of fireflies in the night skies, and seeing my smile must have been like looking at a 6-year old when she gets just what she wants at Christmas day. I had to focus at my best, so that I wouldn't throw myself at him so hard, that he would land in the grass, with me on top of him saying, as the start of our conversation; "I LOVE YOU!" It was a nice picture in my head though. Because then he would of course say that he loved me too, and then he would kiss me, and we would get married and have children and live happily ever after. But no, that was just me being a bit drunk, and I knew it, so I controlled myself.
I turned back around, because if he wanted to talk to me, I was sure that he was gonna talk, and just as I thought that thought, he said, “Hi. ” I looked at him as he sat down next to me, and I answered him with the same, “Hi”, as he had given me. He continued; "I saw you leave a couple of minutes ago, and I thought that it would be nice to get away from the noises and the heat, so I decided to join you. I hope it's okay? " OKAY, damn was he dumb or anything? It was so much more than okay, it was like, perfect! But, of course, I didn't say it out loud. I just kept my shy attitude and said that it was fine.
I was surprised, when he once again opened his mouth. I thought that it from now on, would be silent and awkward, but he apparently was determent on keeping the conversation going, so there we were; Sitting by the river at around midnight, talking like we had known each other for ages. How could I not love him? His hair had the perfect length and a very dark brown color that matched his soft, beautiful, deep, brown eyes. I couldn't think of any thing else than how it would feel to kiss him when I looked at his lips, and his voice was so soft and sweet, it made me melt. Sometimes he even tripped a little over the words, as if he was some kind of nervous, but I thought it was incredibly charming.
As we were talking, I noticed that he was moving a bit closer to me, and not much time passed before he also took my hand. The conversation topics were now moving more and more into the romantic section, and suddenly, in a second where I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine, he asked me if I liked him. I was stunned. I just kept on looking at him and didn't know what to say. I liked him, I did! And I did want to tell him, but I didn't know what to say. How to explain it. So I found out that it was now. I had to do it. What if this was my only chance to make him mine? There was nothing else for me to do than to kiss him. So I did. I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips. It was just as magical as I had imagined it would be. My whole body started to shiver and my head was getting fuzzy. This time not because of the alcohol, but because of him. He was perfect, it was perfect. I loved him, and I still do.