LovSession

I don't know when it started. This obsession I have...

I find myself walking past his bedroom window at least three times a night. Hoping upon all hope that his light will be on and I can see his face. The odds are rarely in my favor and I usually go home disappointed.

Sometimes I'll catch him sitting on the front porch just staring into oblivion. I think to myself, this is the perfect time to go and talk to him. But then I turn a lovely shade of yellow and walk away.

He once greeted me while I was leaving the local music shop and he was going in.

I filled three journals that day.

I sigh and look into the sky. Dark clouds begin to cover the clear diamond canvas. If I did my calculation correctly, his light will not be on tonight. But for some reason, I still need to walk by and smell the air in which he lives.

I know sleep is still ten miles ahead on a fifteen mile per hour road, so I grab my sketch book and plant myself in the grass below that five by ten frame. I draw it the way I see it... A jail cell keeping the one thing I breathe for away from me.

When I finish, I throw the diminished charcoal into a wilting rose bush and start the journey back to my home. I just about make it to the street when I hear the creaking of a porch swing and the gentle strumming of a Taylor guitar.

"It's going to rain soon, I suggest you take cover."

I freeze as his sweet voice makes it way to my ears. My lungs are no longer working so I can only suffice a nod.

He looks down at his guitar, then back up to me. "I'd like to see those drawings some day." My eyes immediately dilate as if the heavens shone a spotlight directly on me. I clutch the book to my chest as my lifeline. "How..."

Well that was the epitome of perfection. I finally am able to speak to my obsession, and all I can utter out is a measly three letter word.

He smiled and stopped playing. "Well, the sketch book threw me off at first, but I was soon able to put it together."

I look down, insanely embarrassed, and pray that he can not see the crimson color that took over my face.

He laughed lightly and continued playing some made up song that was currently running through his head. I looked up at him and found that one-tenth of a brave bone I have in my body. "I'll show you my sketches if you play me a song."

I could tell he was contemplating this action. Then a magnificent smile covered his face and I nearly melted into one of the drops that were now hitting my face.

From this, my obsession ended... And my love began.