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Marc
December 8th
The morning is crisp, winter is definitely setting in. I have a feeling that it’s going to be a very cold Christmas this year. Not that I mind a cold Christmas, it makes everything feel much more festive. I get a shiver down my spine as I imagine what this year is going to be like...
Mind you, spending Christmas alone isn’t the most fun. And I don’t have people here to spend the day with. My mother died when I was younger, and my father now lives in England with his new wife and family, but I’m still a little bit excited.
“Mommy!” the young boy, Travis, who lives next door to me with his mother calls out running out of the house, his cheeks all red with excitement and eagerness to get his day started. He always looks like this, like he’s over the moon to get to school which is so lovely to see. So many kids don’t appreciate the education they have, so to see a six-year-old boy that happy is wonderful. “Mommy, the bus is here. I need to get to school.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” his mother replies. “Get on the bus, I’m on the way.”
Aisha comes blustering out of the door not far behind her son and I’m immediately struck by how beautiful she is. Even this early in the morning, even when she is clearly under stress, even when she barely looks like she has had the time to get ready, she is stunning. She is tall and slim with legs so long they don’t seem to end, curves so incredible I just want to touch her all over, eyes so blue they pierce through my soul... when she actually looks at me. Aisha doesn’t seem to look at me too much, and she hasn’t ever since she moved in six months ago. It’s almost like she struggles with looking at anyone. I hope it’s that rather just me.
I don’t know if it’s something to do with me or her, perhaps she doesn’t have any self-confidence or something, which is why she finds it hard to meet my eyes. I wish she would because I love it when she looks at me and smiles. That smile she has could light up any room, it is gorgeous. I don’t think she knows how stunning she really is.
I already have the post, I could head inside at any given moment, but I wait outside my front door to watch Aisha wave goodbye to Travis. I just can’t help myself; I want to see as much of her as I can. Aisha spends a lot of time in the house, she doesn’t seem to have many friends here, if any at all, so I don’t get to see her as much as I would like to. I have to take the chance every time it comes my way.
As Aisha turns back from the school bus, and she accidentally catches my gaze, my heart actually flutters. My stomach churns, I feel like I might be losing my mind. Dizzy and about to fall over. All because she has looked at me...
“Hey, Aisha,” I call out and wave to her, knowing that I need to catch the chance while it’s here. “Are you okay?” I rush over to her side of the yard to talk to her. “How are things?”
“Err, yeah, sure.” The closer I get to her, the less she seems to look at me. All of a sudden, her fingernails have been the most interesting thing in the world. “Good, thanks.”
“Great, great…” I smile, trying to get through the awkwardness. It isn’t me who’s awkward, it’s her, which makes it even worse. “Well, do you have any free time? Because like I said to you before, I would like to take you out for dinner, or maybe cook for you and Travis…”
“Err, no I don’t think so.” She shakes her head hard. “I don’t have time for that.”
She always gives this answer. She always makes up some excuse for why she won’t date me which is hard to understand. I’m not used to it, to be honest. I haven’t ever had to work to get a girl’s attention. In high school, I was always Mr. Popular. I basically spent the whole time with a girlfriend on my arm… never the same one, never for very long, but I always had someone throwing themselves at me. Even after high school it hasn’t been much more challenging for me either.