This story was happened last 2013. A New Year to enjoy my life living in this mysterious world. I am Paula; I worked at Festival Supermall as a Sales Clerk in Silverholic. A simple girl yet hardworking. I stopped studying since I graduated in high school for 1 year because of financial problem. I decide to work for me to help my parents. It was January when I met him. A guy who caught my attention; He is Nesty Angeles, a Belgian famous crew. He worked beside our store. At first, I didn’t mind him; nevertheless, time passed by that I always glimpse that he staring at me. I was so curious why he was looking at me until we became friends. My co-workers said Nesty has a good looking guy. They always teased me. The day comes, he gave his number to me and he said text me huh? Then he left. That was the start of having a communication with him. Nesty asked me for a lunch and we ate at Jollibee. We had a great time talking to each other, as simply as a date. That was the beginning of getting knows him well. January 22, 2013 the day he drove me home. Even though there is a short way going ho...
When I told Mr. Man I had great insight into people, often within seconds of meeting them, he was quick to ask for specifics about him, his eyes widening in the hopes of capturing me. My keen instinct told me he was eager to see inside me, far more than inviting me into his world. His navigation efforts played out through the night and into the following week.
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Our Initial contact came the moment he caught my eye during cross-country. I perceived immediate attraction and my friends referred to him as “Paige’s crush.” Similarity of interests connected us and provided opportunities for interactional contact through high school soccer. The relationship developed from afar as we watched and learned about each other through the proximity of our neighborhoods. Living only a mile apart meant more chances for contact. Soon, we moved to deliberate contact and exhilarating, heart-pumping rushes of emotion overwhelmed me each time John called. Showing Interest, John pursued me as we spent time together, meshing our personalities. Uncontrollable Duchenne smiles took over when I saw or thought about him. Soccer team dinners required no need for words because our nonverbal communication and eye contact said it all through winks and silly faces. By the end of the summer, we found ourselves bound and officially dating.
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
We first met at a new years eve party in 1999 we said hello and that was it.
The time was around 10:30 and my eyelids felt as heavy as a brick to keep open. I was just about to shut everything down for the night, when the loud sound of a snapchat notification startled me awake. I looked at the blaring screen of my phone in the dark, to see it was from my friend Jordan. Flirting with each other was our thing, but nothing more. At the end of everything, he's a junior and I'm a freshman, he still wants me to grow up a little bit. I opened up
I couldn’t believe it. I read and reread the message ten times before I responded just to make sure it was actually meant for me. So I slowly typed, “Hi, how are you doing?” At this point, I was the happiest girl on Earth. We talked for a couple of minutes. At the end, we exchanged phone numbers. We texted everyday! Talking to him was relaxing. It seemed as if he already understood me before I even knew his last name. We grew closer and closer as friends, but neither of us knew if we should actually be together. I don’t know what it was about him, but he already had me claiming him before he even asked me out. I’m usually the type of girl who doesn’t care about anything too much, but I don’t know why this guy had me going crazy for him.
I'm sure that my feelings for him will bloom into an infinite petals. He was my acquaintance last week, but he's the one I fancy today. A sudden excitement rushes throughout my body when I meet those pretty eyes; I long for him.
Junior Boy and I started to talk about meeting each other and maybe even starting something together. Obviously, I wasn't the one to say no. So I tried to meet up with him at the mall one day before school was about to start.
“I have to leave in a few hours. Got to work tonight, night shift.” Lefty spoke. “Okay, I’m going to miss you,” I said. I lifted my head up, looking up at him out the tops of my eyes, pouting just a little. “Oh my baby,” Lefty said as he caressed my cheek, “don’t do that honey. I am going to miss you, my baby,” he said as he leaned in gently kissing my lips. I smiled as I purred softly, this man is so god damn perfect. Lefty leaned back into the back of the couch and I am so infatuated with him I wanted to take advantage of every possible moment with him. With my coffee still firmly in my hand, I leaned back into Lefty as my head rested on his shoulder. “I could sit like this forever,” I softly spoke. Lefty leaned over, placing his lips upon my forehead and whispered, “you are my favorite place to be.” We sat just like that, enjoying each other presences until it was time for him to
...spent the rest of lunch hour chatting with him. I found out that we have much in
Initial contact came the moment he caught my eye during cross-country. I perceived immediate attraction and my friends began referring to him as Paige’s crush. Similarity of interests connected us and provided opportunities for interactional contact through high school soccer. The relationship developed from afar as we watched and learned about each other through the proximity of our neighborhoods, living only a mile apart. Exhilarating, heart-pumping rushes of emotion overwhelmed me each time John called. Showing Interest, John pursued me and wanted to spend time together. Our personalities meshed. Uncontrollable Duchenne smiles took over when I saw or thought about him. Team dinners required no need to speak because our nonverbal communication and eye contact said it all, demonstrated by winks and silly faces. By the end of the summer we were bound and officially dating.
My series of questions was interrupted as a devilishly handsome man, with brown hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes, emerged from the door of my room, with a mobile phone close to his ear, talk...
Then he asked me if I had ever been kissed, this sent me into a near heart attack mode. I admitted that I hadn’t been kissed before. Then boy in front of me, the one who always held confidence, who knew so much of himself so well prior to those who do that are much older than we, blushed and apologized sincerely for not having been a better person to me and not having something to offer me this day. He looked back up at me with confidence and more love in his eyes that I had ever seen at the time. And then, Jordan softly placed his hand behind my neck, not intimately or anything like that, but in a more comforting way, moving my hair behind my shoulder and said, “If I can offer you anything special, a small gift in a small way,” and he kind of laughed at that, his voice softened again and he finished, “If you’ll let me, I’ll give you your first kiss.” The shock in my eyes must have been apparent, of course no one had ever said anything so romantic to me in my whole life (Again, I just turned fourteen), I nodded –a huge blush gracing my face as well as much as
On April 10, 2014, we went on a field trip to visit a museum in San Francisco. I have mix up emotions while we were traveling. I was excited to see different work of arts that I just used to see only in the books. We sat on a bus for two hours while I was making friend with the guy sitting next to me. We talked so many random things about our likes, the school, our family and the possible things that we would see in the museum. We exchanged ideas about certain work of arts that interest each of us.