Nervously, I gulped down a mouthful of water, “Pardon?” I choked midway through the question and felt myself start to lose all the confidence I had been building up for this lunch. Her grandfather looked at me from across the table again with a genuine smile on his face, “I said, we’d love to have you over this weekend for the wedding if you’re up to it.” My hands lay flat on my knees, my legs bounced up and down under the intense pressure of the moment, “Um…” Before I could finish my most-likely-empty statement, she slid her hand into mine and squeezed gently. My heart sighed for a quick second and suddenly the activity in the busy pizza parlor seemed to slow dramatically. A strange sensation similar to a waking limb passed through my body and if I had measured it then I’m positive my breathing would have read slightly quicker than usual. Though I was sure we had held hands before, this was the first time I could remember her being the one to start it. Glancing over to my left and seeing her stare quietly back the way she almost always did, I began to daydream about how incredible a full weekend with this girl would be. Her iridescent hair glowed for an instant, matching her heavenly blue eyes in brightness, giving her the appearance of an angel. How could anything dealing with her ever go wrong? I regained myself, “Well, I’m not sure what I have planned this weekend but if I can I’d love to go.” Feeling her hand on mine underneath the table, I let a thin smile pass through my lips.
Though I never did get to go to that wedding, this particular scene is something I felt most people could understand. The jitters of knowing someone you like might like you back. Have you ever experienced something like this? In the spirit of spring and its gorgeous weather, I thought May 1st would be the perfect day to put up my different interpretations of infatuation, attraction, and love.
For those who find themselves disgusted with romance, I suggest reading the humorous poem “This Man” or the stinging “Someone in Your Head.” The poem “Whatever It Is” encourages romantic love, while “Lions on the Plains” and “This Makes Absolutely No Sense” are both old love poems I wrote to girls I know. I’ve also posted my prose, “Thoughts on Love” for anyone who is interested in what I believe true love (in any sense, not strictly romantic) entails. Remember readers, all you need is love.