Retrieved Post from Deleted GREAT AMERICAN TRAGEDY Blog, a blog I worked on back in early college.
Heart-stopping Contact
She said that she wanted to look into the storefront to stop for a while in
order to catch a breather. I didn't blame her, our lungs desperately needed a
break from all of the smoking that we shared.
The storefront showcased three mannequins with different attires, all within
the square of bright red to enclose the window's darkness by shoving it
away. Whoever was in the back walking from one end of the hallway to the
other was oblivious to our stance.
We didn't move much, only to keep our temporarily loose balance intact. But
as we stood in front of the window, I caught a glimpse of her
everlasting eyes as they stared into mine. I felt the world spinning still
for one quick second, I felt my heart stop for two, and the eye contact merely
lasted for three. Those three seconds. Those damn three seconds killed my high,
because I felt the intensity of instant love, yet I had to ignore it. I was
becoming scared of the notion of falling in love in again. Okay, perhaps not
scared; perhaps not in the mood or mindset for it. I tried to fight off the thought
for a while, but that wonderful image crept back into my mind for the remainder
of the night.
She smiled a little and then proceeded to advance our walk, away from the
storefront. I shook myself awake from the heart-stopping contact, given the
fact that I lost my breath, pulse, and heartbeat altogether.
And the worst thing is, she'll ask me if I'm okay, and I'll continue to lie,
like I always have.
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