The Sparkling Night

in The Ink Well3 years ago

The crowd exhilarated, elated, and cheered causing the echoes to reside in the stadium. What an intense moment it was when she grabbed my arms and cheered. It was not like the usual. The happiness that surrounded her reflected in her eyes, she was not the lonely Alena she was 1 year ago. Life threw stones at her for 23 years and now she is a totally different human in shape and mind. Should I be proud? Should I take over her? Should I claim myself and my existence to her? Or should I let her enjoy the moment while I treasure the moment out of love?

The baseball stadium was crowded that evening, it was not usual for me to make a visit here with a lady. I do know ladies but she was different. Her charming smile takes me into a trance. Am I looking at her for her materialistic beauty? Am I too rotten to be fond of her for her outer beauty? My friends claim she is crazy but innocent in heart. They know my feelings for her, they say I am too transparent. I am not sure.

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She cheered while others cheered but she failed to notice my gaze among the crowd. She was happy and that alone made me happy. I was not reluctant when she grabbed my arms, she is still holding on to it. She looks at me with an intense gaze and comes close while whispering. I could not hear her words. She knew I heard nothing and yet she smiled and cheered.

While I couldn't hear her I could sense her breath in my ears tingling and ticking me. All I could do was stare back at her while she seemed like a dream to me. The red team looked determined to win the match but she supported the losing team. I warned her that the reds were best but she claimed that tonight is different. At first, I didn't understand that but sooner her words were taking their toll and what remained in our vision was the winning spirit of the blacks.

She wasn't a sports enthusiast but she knew more than I did. In her bookish world, people claimed her to exist but she was always everywhere. After keen observation, it was clear to me as to why was she so sure. Her words in my ears were quite visible to me now, "I win Glin."

I promised her that I will listen to her if she wins but I was sure that I would and I could ask her to spend another beautiful time with me. I yearned for this moment of ours to last forever. I could never come to face her and confess.

She pulled me closer to her and whispered, "I love Baseball". She wasn't shy anymore, she was glowing with determination. She was happy and cheery. I could sense her love for me but she never confessed it.

The lights glistened dazzlingly.

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What a world.
Most times, the feeling we gave when we are close to the one our heart yearns for us different.
Worse it that we inky feel that way and nothing changes because the other person is far from those feelings or decided to play away.
Good story line.

Charming description of the protagonist's feelings being in love. We fall in love with the character of Alena as we read too.

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The feeling of being inlove can hardly be explained but You captured a huge part of it. Love is something that goes way beyond the words, it speaks through our eyes and in our actions. It's patience and admiration all in one. Not pushing, not haunting yet giving. You write very well