Meeting Love Face to Face

Meeting Love Face to Face(Brianna) My throat chokes with the aroma of love and waters with the excitement of fantasies I wish could come true. I cannot take it anymore! I don't want to squander or ponder any longer but can it get any wronger what I'm doing here? I have searched and scrolled and cried and spied till the nearest dead end in my time. But all it comes to is this sinkhole; the saddest, loneliest, most coldest place of the space. I sit in the darkness with the light of the mince of all this, waiting for an imaginary kiss but which I can only get from him. The warmness and comfort I feel understanding that HE loves me can bugs me just knowing that no matter how far I grab, I can't reach to him. He is the reason why i can't stay committed, he is the reason why I can never let go of something that makes me feel so amazing inside. It feels deeper than love. it feels deeper than what I have experienced so far in my trail. The day I hate most was the one day that mended my heart back were it belonged. The night before, I was thinking of him. His deep, spine-chilling Hispanic accent whispering in my ear. His soft yet thick hair standing like a mighty knight which he is. I test myself over and over again asking "why do you love him?". I close my eyes laying my head back staring at my sky, intensely thinking and possibly dreaming about his every perfect flaw. Sooner or later falling asleep was the only option I had next, hopefully dreaming deeply about my him. Next morning was the day I hate the most... my birthday. The only holiday that doesn't have a reason in my life to celebrate. Presents, cakes, parties and attention all just seem to be stressing over a person and that person is me. In the bus I go, not giving a crap in the world; almost completely forgetting about today, just wondering about tomorrow. The bus drops me off, I get off coughing to fit in so I don't get noticed. The early cold December sky reveals the beginning of a new, brilliant season. The season God perfectly made to fit my personality. I walk to my first class of the day, shivering with lips slowing Turning purple. Time passes, 1st period passes, 2nd almost made its way through until I wake up instantly from drooling on my desk. My teacher saying I have a visitor. Immediately, I went to the worst possibilities; my mom giving me a present, my dad, well anything that has to do with my birthday. Still day dreaming about the possibilities, I slowing shift out of my seat to walking out of the classroom door. My heart is skipping beats waiting for the moment of "Happy Birthday!!!" getting yelled in my face. But, as I sharply turn the corner of the middle school office building I stop. Lips leaked pink instead of dark purple, the magnificent heat of comfort, love, coziness and warmness swarmed over my body like the great hurricane sandy. There is only one reason, one thing, one person in the world who ever makes me feel like that. Him.

I ran in tears, shaking with adrenaline and leaped on him squeezeing him like if perfection was in a form of a human being. Looking at my only boy in the world, I asked "how did you know?"

Him: "I had a dream about you, a very detailed one that almost seemed like it was real and had an instant feeling that I needed to be with you on my baby's special day."

Me: "I love you more than anything in the world *wipes tear"

Jordan/Him: "I love you too my princess *looks into my deep greeen eyes*"
Then gentally kisses my lips like I was the only girl he had ever laid eyes on.