By Tameka Norris The next morning I woke up and I was nervous. I looked over, across the room at Michael. He appeared to still be sleeping.
I stared up at the ceiling for awhile, lying in bed, wondering what we would get up to. Wondering how we would respond to one another. What we would be like now that things were officially "real." I had met him and what I felt was confirmed. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and it was just a matter of getting acquainted, used to one another, and then it would all be as it should beus. At first it was awkward. We were quiet. I didn't really know what to say to him. He was different from what I knew. I'd spent my entire life around women. I had never gotten adjusted to men because there were no men around. This was my first and only time alone with a man longer than a few minutes. Once we got dressed the first place we went to was a little cafe a few blocks away. We settled ourselves in a booth and ordered breakfast. We chatted on and off a bit. He seemed to like to look me in the eye, which often made me shy. He often smiled when he did sowhich I thought his smile was very genuine and it brought such a light to his face. He had a wonderful smile. I'd never seen one quite like it. I turned my attention to the aquarium so that I wouldn't have to look at him. We made small talk, warming up a bit to one another. He seemed quite relaxed... far more than I was. But that seemed to be his demeanor. In which case, mine was to often feel uneasy. Once I had eaten some of my breakfast, and regarded that it was disgusting, I chose to call my sister since he hadn't finished his. I hadn't talked to my sister or mother in awhile and I didn't want them to worry about me. We had our girl talk. She asked how it was going. I told her "New York isn't very scaryas I had always pictured it in my mind. It smells a lot though." Then after we laughed about that she asked about Michael. I said, "He's very cute. He's better looking in person. He's cute in his pictures but there's something about him that you can't quite capture in the photos. He has the prettiest smile I've ever seen. It lights his face up." "Does he like you?" She said. "I don't know," I said. "I'm not quite sure. He keeps staring at me. I think he does, because I don't think he'd stare at me quite the way he does if he didn't, and if I know men well enough they make it pretty clear when they're not interested. But I don't know for sure. I can't tell. He's very difficult to read. I haven't had enough time around him yet." After about twenty minutes of gabbing I decided to end the phone call. "I better go back in," I said. "Are you scared?" "Yes," I said, and then we laughed and said goodbye. I went back inside, a bit nervous again when I sat down to join him. We chatted a bit about how bad the breakfast wasat least I did. The eggs were awful and the bacon was overcooked. Then once he finished packing up what was left of his meal we left. We talked briefly about what I said on the phone. He asked what I said, and I said, "I told her how cute you were," and smiled. Truly he was. He was very handsome. But it was also his spirit that made him that way. I could see his personality in his face... and it was like looking at a treasure. I never could quite get used to the beauty of it... and I never wanted to stop looking. "I didn't think you liked me," he said. I asked him why. He said, "Because you were quiet yesterday." "I was tired from all of the moving," I said. Which in a sense I was grateful for because it meant that I was so tired that I didn't have enough energy to make an idiot out of myself. We set off for Central Park after that and spent most of the day walking around and then visiting the zoo. A little later it seemed that we were enjoying ourselves a bit more than in the beginning. We were getting acquainted and I was becoming my usual self. Talking talking talking. Later after we visited the park we set out for the zoo, which was small but we were having quite a good time looking at the animals and making jokes about noisy children. Later we visited a musuem and then went back to the hostel in which we talked for a bit and prepared ourselves for tomorrow. Over the course of the week we went down to Chinatown, visited the World Trade Center areawhere the tragedy of September 11th had occured, and eventually set off for the Statue of Liberty. I remember that day much clearer than most. It was the first time I'd ever ridden on a ferry and it was such gift for my first time to be with Michael. We took pictures and viewed the island as we approached and I kept thinking how I never wanted the moment to end... for things to stay like that forever. Being close to him was no longer a difficulty for me. Finally, it wasn't such an awkward thing to keep bumping into him by accident, as we'd seemed to keep doing the entire time we were there. Most of all I rather looked forward to it... it meant that if only for a second I got to be close to him again. Days seemed so happy and the nightsI looked forward to those most of all. Because I knew once we got back to the hostel... we would sit next to one another, and I would put my head on his shoulder, and we hold hands and talk, and I would get to play his funny little games on his phone. Irreplacable moments that the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, or Chinatown could never compare to. He was better than any of it and no holiday or landmark could compete with how much he meant to me. He was one of a kind. Tameka Norris is the founder of Romantic Short Stories. The perfect blend of true love stories, romantic short stories, love poetry, and romantic tips. Visit http://www.romantic-short-love-stories.com. 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