Today I thought of sharing a, lovely story, “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE MINE” written by Aknier.
It was a glorious,colorful autumn.
We’d just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “c’mon, let’s be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice!”.
I don’t like coffee. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.
My hand still tingled where she grabbed it.
As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.
Don’t be silly, “giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn’t help out but laugh too, her laugh is infectious.
As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.
“So Ava…” She began. I knew this time of voice, it’s dangerous.
“Who do you like?” She whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say,
‘ you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re gorgeous and sweet and funny and..’
Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.
She looked at me with a cautious smile.
“If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”
“Okay.” I said.
“The person I like …is YOU.”
I drop my drink.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while though. I know you’re not interested in me, but I–“
I put my hand over her mouth.
She looks at me in surprise. I take a deep breath.
“Nancy, I -“
My voice catches in my throat.
She removes my hand from her mouth, leans in a tiny bit closer. “What is it?’ she asks, looking concerned.
Because I can’t seem to form the words, I tell her how I feel the only way I can.
Before I can lose my courage, I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers.
I think, ” I can’t believe this is happening.”
Finally getting courage, I grab her hands, pulling her to her feet.
“Nancy, “I say.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”.
She squeals, jumping up and down in that way that I always thought was simply adorable but we never able to tell her.
So I tell her now.
I’ve never seen Nancy blush before, either, but she does. She pulls me into a hug, and I rest my head on her shoulder.
“So, is that a yes?” I whisper against her skin and she giggles, grabbing my hands and spinning me around.
“Of course that’s a yes, silly!”
“Good.” I say.
“Because now I can do this again.”
Finally I can’t believe she became mine.
Hope so, you enjoyed reading this story.
Have a lovely day.
Keep Smiling ❣️❣️❣️
The link for the above story: https://commaful.com/play/aknier/i-cant-believe-youre-mine/