He was here, in this class. My breath became quick and short as he gracefully sat beside me. I smiled as his beautiful green eyes locked on mine. He smiled as a lock of his straight black hair fell from his forehead. He swept it back and turned to face the front. My heart was racing on a road that never ended. My fingers fumbled for my pen, and I began to write as the professor talked. My mind was full of thoughts. Full of a picture of me and him holding eachother and feeling his lips on mine. He doesn't know that I love him, he does not know. All I can do is dream, Alan, dream of Alan. But, something is different. Can it be? I see Alan's hand slide closer to mine, just barely touching. I am shaking all over as I watch his tanned hand. I glance up and see him and his beautiful eyes, a smile on his oval face. I smile and quickly go back to my paper. Could this really be happening? No, there's no way, I am just imagining it. Suddenly Alan's hand moves and he holds my hand completely. My heart stops and I fix my eyes upon this incredible sight. His hand was warm on mine. I jump as I hear the bell ring for the end of class. I swiftly get up and head out, my hand slipping away from his. He follows me out and when we are finally alone he calls my name.
"Sady.." he calls in his deep voice. I stop and turn around to face the man I love. He takes my hand once more and pulls me toward him. I'm swept up into my dream as he kisses me, my emotions swarming and my heart about to explode. Can it be?
