I never believed in hate at first sight until I saw Brad. He picked you up from work on a Thursday afternoon. We were chatting, laughing again. Yet another moment when I was tempted to open up, to tell you how I feel, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. I love talking to you. I love when you smile and your forehead wrinkles with it. Sometimes I make you laugh so hard you snort, and remember that one time when I made Cherry Coke come out of your nose?

A rusty Ford Taurus, not the newer classy models, but one of those ugly beige things from the late 90's, pulled into the parking lot. I saw you. You looked at the car and your smile faded. You swallowed. You stepped back. You gathered your coat and papers and told me you had to go, that Brad was here to pick you up and you must not keep him waiting.

He got out of the car. Flannel cut-off sleeves and jeans so stiff and dirty they could probably stand on their own. You gave him a hug. He looked up at the window and saw me watching. I did not look away. He smiled at me. I think he knew.

I hate him.

head down, head of brown

buried in a book

buried in her nook

her head is swimming with thoughts, her head is brimming with plots

heart remains empty, and it sounds tempting

to never say a word

a boy of sixteen

a boy full of dreams

a lover of stories

bothered by worries

he walks through the door, he walks through the store

his arms are full, but his heart is dull

only one half of a whole

her eyes meet his

her eyes and his

a moment too long

for the tune of a song

they hold each other’s gaze

his lips quirk up

her mind clams up

a new beginning

for the broken and the wilting

We had both known of each other for a while. It was a small school and names got around. He was an RA and friends of everyone on campus. I was a quiet girl who simply worked in the coffee shop. I heard about him constantly. I heard about the funny thing he did in class or how he went out of his way to help his roommate. He sounded too good to be true.The more I heard, the more entranced I was.

It was a late night in the coffee shop when he came in. I heard the sound of the door creak and finished my job wiping the counter to look up at him. Before I met his eyes, I saw him. Everything I already loved about him radiated off of him. He walked with confidence. He had a kind smile on his face as he held the door open for someone leaving. I knew if I looked at his eyes, I would fall. I held back and tried to keep my head down. He sauntered to the counter looking at the menu.

I took a deep breath and looked up. His eyes had left the menu and immediately met mine. His chocolate brown eyes melted into me as I felt my arms go numb. He held his gaze with a kind smile.

Everything I ever wanted were in those eyes. The care and kindness I always dreamed of lived and breathed in those eyes. They were the key to the future I wanted. It wasn't until I really saw him that I knew he was everything I wanted. One look of those eyes and I knew I would never get enough. This was all I needed.

The eye contact had lasted a long time and then I saw past the surface of his eyes and saw that he saw it too. He felt the breathlessness and saw me the way I saw him. I had never before felt so close to someone as I did before. It was almost as if we were connected simply from the eye contact.

"Wow" he finally spoke up breaking the long silence and we both let out the breath we didn't know we were holding.

"When are you off? Because I think we need to get to know each other" he smiled knowingly. And I knew nothing would ever be the same.

Across the room he stood,

She asked “Is the coffee ready?”

In a playful mood,

He said “not YETI”

The pun was on the table.

Like his high end coffee mug,

He’s never been able,

To pass a pun like that up!

Copyright™️©️-KOH-

Today has been absoulte crap. i woke up with gum in my hair even though I havent chewed gum in a year. I then had to cut my hair so its now above my freaking shoulders. I preceded to burn my toast and slip 6 times on the way to my car since i had to park across the street. Not so great for the first day back from winter break. I ended up getting to school late because of accidents on the interstate. As I was checking in and getting a pass i saw through the window the most perfect man i had ever seen. We made eye contact! i see him smile at me and for a moment think hes laughing at me, but than he waves and my heart fills with little butterflies. I calm them down and think maybe today wont be so bad. I grab my pass and apalagize to the principle that i was late and couldnt help with the new student tour. He lets me take over from there.