Yours to Hold
A story of how a pair of blue eyes changed my life..
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Okay, so I need you all the picture this in your heads: There's me; a 5.7, 22-year-old brunette with dark hazel eyes(which have captured the attention of countless men), delicate milky white skin and lips so luscious, always shiny and glossy from the strawberry flavored lip gloss that gets applied at least 10-15 times a day.
Right, have you got that so far? Good, then I want you to imagine me as I walked down the crowded streets of London, dodging people on the busy pavements of Oxford St.
These streets were always buzzing, though now a bit more than ever seeing as it was around rush hour time, and thousands of people were trying to get home as fast as possible, like there was no tomorrow.
But I'm not judging them or anything, cuz I myself was on my way home from another day at work as we speak, or well, rather me talking and you listening (hopefully).
Anyway, as I quickly crossed the street, avoiding a car or 2, one who of course had to honk the horn and get all mad at me, although the bloke didn't even come close of hitting me, I walked into my favorite place of all, no it's not my apartment, not the nail salon nor the hair dresser or the mall, running out of guesses? Then I'll give you the correct answer: It's of course Starbucks; the caffeine paradise of all shops.
As so many other people on this planet, I can barely function anywhere remotely close to my usual standards(private or professionally) without my daily doses of coffee, this being in the shape of a Grande Mocha Latte, with a dash of cinnamon sprinkled on top of the foam. Yum.
As I expected before coming in, the place was packed, heck all the coffee shops at this time was full of people, queuing in lines as long as from here to Manchester, but since I was in desperate need of my caffeine fix, I queued up behind a guy with curly brown hair, and waited patiently like the good girl that I was, or should be.
After waiting for what seemed like hours (well, more precisely 8 min.)
I had managed to actually move about 4 feet ahead towards the counter, big whoop, and I took a deep breath and let out a long mournful sigh, making it sound a tad more frustrated than intentionally, cuz after that, the guy in front of me turned around and looked down on me, well not like he thinks he's better than me or anything, but he was taller than me so he looked down and, oh you know what I mean, I looked back and next thing I knew I was seeing stars.
No I didn't faint or anything like that, well I might have, but that's not the point, you see the point is, from that moment on, when that guy looked into my eyes, I felt something that I hadn't felt in ages, I felt his piercing blue eyes penetrate my mind and it was like he could look straight into my soul, see my essence that makes me who I am.
That's one heck of a feeling I gotta tell you, could probably scare the living shit out of some, and it did scare me, though in a good way, whatever that means.
My brain stopped functioning, which I'd have you know, it never does, well only on rare occasions, this one included, but let's not get further into those details.
I must have looked like a complete git, my bottom jaw probably halfway to China by now, but before I could come to my senses, the guy, let's call him Mr. Blue eyes shall we, he must have gotten the idea that I was retarded in a way, cuz he gave me one of those glances like, okay-what-the-hell-is-the-matter-with-this-freak-stop-staring-at-me, and then he turned back around.
Hmpf, what an arse, but I guess I couldn't blame him, not that much, seeing I'd probably would have done the same if it was me. Mental note to self: Need to get a doctor's appointment to get my head checked, there's defiantly something wrong with it.
For the rest of the waiting, I had my eyes firmly planted on the floor, trying not to breathe too loud, or anything else that might indicate that something was wrong with me, when the truth was that I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes; those beautifully, simply stunning baby blue eyes that just sparkled in the light from the overhead lamps.
I felt like I could get lost in them for hours and hours, but my dreaming didn't last very long before I was tapped on the shoulder by the lady standing behind me, I turned around a bit annoyed that she had disturbed me, but the woman was pointing a crooked finger past me and I realized that it was my turn to order (finally).
I turned back slightly embarrassed to find a Starbucks employee standing behind the register, waiting impatiently for me to come forwards and get on with it.
Can't remember the last time I'd been this embarrassed but I got my finger out quickly and went up and placed my order.
-"Sorry, I'll like a Grande Mocha Latte please" I blurted out, thinking it was best to get this done as fast as possible so I could get the hell out.
"That'll be £3.70" the man replied after typing in the order, and I handed him the money, but as I was about to turn left to go and wait for my coffee, I bumped into some jerk and I immediately began to feel the hot, almost burning liquid as it soaked through my, almost new shirt. Oh great, juust great...
Okay, so I need you all the picture this in your heads: There's me; a 5.7, 22-year-old brunette with dark hazel eyes(which have captured the attention of countless men), delicate milky white skin and lips so luscious, always shiny and glossy from the strawberry flavored lip gloss that gets applied at least 10-15 times a day.
Right, have you got that so far? Good, then I want you to imagine me as I walked down the crowded streets of London, dodging people on the busy pavements of Oxford St.
These streets were always buzzing, though now a bit more than ever seeing as it was around rush hour time, and thousands of people were trying to get home as fast as possible, like there was no tomorrow.
But I'm not judging them or anything, cuz I myself was on my way home from another day at work as we speak, or well, rather me talking and you listening (hopefully).
Anyway, as I quickly crossed the street, avoiding a car or 2, one who of course had to honk the horn and get all mad at me, although the bloke didn't even come close of hitting me, I walked into my favorite place of all, no it's not my apartment, not the nail salon nor the hair dresser or the mall, running out of guesses? Then I'll give you the correct answer: It's of course Starbucks; the caffeine paradise of all shops.
As so many other people on this planet, I can barely function anywhere remotely close to my usual standards(private or professionally) without my daily doses of coffee, this being in the shape of a Grande Mocha Latte, with a dash of cinnamon sprinkled on top of the foam. Yum.
As I expected before coming in, the place was packed, heck all the coffee shops at this time was full of people, queuing in lines as long as from here to Manchester, but since I was in desperate need of my caffeine fix, I queued up behind a guy with curly brown hair, and waited patiently like the good girl that I was, or should be.
After waiting for what seemed like hours (well, more precisely 8 min.)
I had managed to actually move about 4 feet ahead towards the counter, big whoop, and I took a deep breath and let out a long mournful sigh, making it sound a tad more frustrated than intentionally, cuz after that, the guy in front of me turned around and looked down on me, well not like he thinks he's better than me or anything, but he was taller than me so he looked down and, oh you know what I mean, I looked back and next thing I knew I was seeing stars.
No I didn't faint or anything like that, well I might have, but that's not the point, you see the point is, from that moment on, when that guy looked into my eyes, I felt something that I hadn't felt in ages, I felt his piercing blue eyes penetrate my mind and it was like he could look straight into my soul, see my essence that makes me who I am.
That's one heck of a feeling I gotta tell you, could probably scare the living shit out of some, and it did scare me, though in a good way, whatever that means.
My brain stopped functioning, which I'd have you know, it never does, well only on rare occasions, this one included, but let's not get further into those details.
I must have looked like a complete git, my bottom jaw probably halfway to China by now, but before I could come to my senses, the guy, let's call him Mr. Blue eyes shall we, he must have gotten the idea that I was retarded in a way, cuz he gave me one of those glances like, okay-what-the-hell-is-the-matter-with-this-freak-stop-staring-at-me, and then he turned back around.
Hmpf, what an arse, but I guess I couldn't blame him, not that much, seeing I'd probably would have done the same if it was me. Mental note to self: Need to get a doctor's appointment to get my head checked, there's defiantly something wrong with it.
For the rest of the waiting, I had my eyes firmly planted on the floor, trying not to breathe too loud, or anything else that might indicate that something was wrong with me, when the truth was that I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes; those beautifully, simply stunning baby blue eyes that just sparkled in the light from the overhead lamps.
I felt like I could get lost in them for hours and hours, but my dreaming didn't last very long before I was tapped on the shoulder by the lady standing behind me, I turned around a bit annoyed that she had disturbed me, but the woman was pointing a crooked finger past me and I realized that it was my turn to order (finally).
I turned back slightly embarrassed to find a Starbucks employee standing behind the register, waiting impatiently for me to come forwards and get on with it.
Can't remember the last time I'd been this embarrassed but I got my finger out quickly and went up and placed my order.
-"Sorry, I'll like a Grande Mocha Latte please" I blurted out, thinking it was best to get this done as fast as possible so I could get the hell out.
"That'll be £3.70" the man replied after typing in the order, and I handed him the money, but as I was about to turn left to go and wait for my coffee, I bumped into some jerk and I immediately began to feel the hot, almost burning liquid as it soaked through my, almost new shirt. Oh great, juust great...
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