Sitting next to him at the movies and wishing he would reach for my hand, I tell myself he will in time. And he does. When he offers his hand, I take it. Now all I can think about is how my hand in his feels so right.
We walk side by side and hand in hand to his car. He opens the door and as I go to get in, he takes my arm. He looks as if he is going to tell me something, but he doesn’t say a word and lets go. He walks to the driver’s side and climbs in. We ride in silence all the way to my house.
Just as I start to thank him for such a wonderful evening, he reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear. I know what is coming next and I don’t move. We kiss and I am lost in bliss.
He gets out and opens my door before offering me his hand again. I take it and we walk to the house. He smiles and tells me he had a lot of fun and would like to see me more. I agree.
Then he pulls me in close and kisses me again. My stomach does flips. Wow! Who would have thought? I find my keys, thank him, and go inside. I listen to his footsteps walking back to his car. I feel as if I am on cloud nine.
That is when something catches my eye. I don’t remember it being there before we left. I look and see it is a card. I open it and read, “Tonight was the best night of my life. I hope that you will be my girlfriend.”
I start to cry. This is possibly the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for me.
My cell phone beeps and a text message comes through asking, “Did I win your heart?”
I quickly text back, “Yes, you did.”
Then I climb into bed to let dreams of him run through my head.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.