Through my eyes: A wonderful drive.

When I reached down, he was already waiting for me. Leaning against his car and with a smile across his handsome face. I started to walk up to him. I was wearing a blue, sleeveless dress. Nothing fancy, I was also wearing a necklace that my friend had gifted me, it had my name written on it in a really pretty font. My hair was down, below my shoulders. It was soft and wavy because I had washed it earlier that day. For some reason, I felt like I was glowing, a permanent smile had taken over my face ever since I'd seen him.

He looked incredible. He was wearing a black shirt ( he rarely ever wore shirts), with faded jeans. Again, nothing fancy but nevertheless he looked attractive.

He opened the door for me and said I looked beautiful. That made me blush.

I think it was more because of the word he used, 'beautiful'. It's such a strong word and has so much more depth than pretty, cute, hot or whatever. (That's my opinion.)

Suddenly, I felt nervous and he noticed that. Being the amazing person that he is, he eased the situation by initiating the conversation.

He said let's get out of this town
Drive out of the city
Away from the crowds
I thought heaven can't help me now
Nothing lasts forever
But this is gonna take me down
He's so tall, and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well

-Taylor Swift

It was 12 am and we were driving through empty roads. There was no crowd on the streets, zero loud noises. It was so peaceful and beautiful. The city lights made the night sparkle.

The music was perfect, the sound of a soulful acoustic guitar with Ed Sheeran's calming voice.

This is the moment that I wanted to be stuck in.

We drove in absolutely no silence. We talked about everything. Surprisingly, we were so comfortable with each other, it's like I could tell him exactly what I felt. His sense of humour was cute, he made me laugh almost every minute. I realised a lot of things about him.

I loved how intelligent he was.

I told him how talented he was and that I was his number one fan. He laughed at that.

His laugh, it was adorable. We made eye-contact for so long but it was not awkward at all. It felt normal and there was not a hint of nervousness in me. It was unbelievable, unbelievably perfect.

Later, we decided to sit by the shore for a bit. The weather was pleasant, just like everything else. The wind was blowing on our faces and that made me feel more alive than ever. I was feeling very cold though.(the sleeveless dress)

He made fun of me for feeling that cold. It was November, okay? Even though it's never really winter here.

Well, of course he didn't feel cold because he was wearing a shirt.
He asked me a lot of questions, I liked that. He genuinely wanted to know me. I told him I don't open up to people easily. He smiled and said he figured that out some time back.
I nodded, well, yes because I barely talked to him when we first got to know each other.

I told him a lot of embarrassing and random secrets about me. I was starting to trust him.

He told me his secrets too. He told me how immature and stupid he was back in college.

But I already knew that. I didn't say that out loud though.

FYI, when I first met him, I despised him. SO MUCH.

AND THEN HE SAID THAT HE REALLY LIKED ME.

My heart melted. Before I could say anything, he hugged me.

His long hands wrapped around my body like a warm blanket.

I felt so special and fuzzy inside. I said I liked him too. My feelings for him were intense and strong. I was so glad to hear that he felt the same.

I ran my hand across his hair and it felt like heaven.

We hugged for about, oh I wasn't counting. But I wished it could have been longer.

The drive back home was quieter. Because we were too tired to talk and also because I wasn't sure how this would work out. I didn't want to think about it so I just decided to look outside to distract myself. I kept repeating what happened in my mind and smiled to myself. This usually what I do to hold on to something special or memorable.

We reached home. Before going to our separate homes, we hugged again. A shorter but still a meaningful hug which brought me to my toes. Did I mention how tall he was? I loved that about him. Our height difference was huge. Not that it mattered to me.