He didn’t look at me the way I’ve seen in movies.
The look of love.
When she steps into a room and the world stops.
The air becomes still,
The music softens,
He looks back at her and slyly grins.
This is the look of love.
The moment they began to fall.
It wouldn’t be a romance movie without it.
I can’t help but wonder if this look is real.
Because he didn’t look at me the way I’ve seen in movies.
And I didn’t look back at him like that.
Instead, it was a subtle grin,
An awkward hug,
A nervous exhale.
It wasn’t anything like the movies.
That would be asking for an impossibility.
It will always just be a portrayal.
An inexistence.
But I do know, the feeling was real.
And so, I don’t want it to be like that.
I don’t wish it to be a retelling of an idea.
I want it to feel like me.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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