Painless Love Chapter 4

There is this certain look existing and shining up in his eyes. I just cannot easily describe it, but that does not mean that it is not there at all or in any way feasible. It is just there. Tender; attached and seemingly devoted ; and jubilant and loving and affectionate too. Here we stand smiling and beaming up at each other, words failing us to utterly express and make out any emotions that we are undergoing deep down, but the feelings that we are darting and leveling at each other—they are the undeniable and sure feelings of being truly happy with each other and concluding that a greater and more serious bond and friendship ought to be built and framed up between the both of us. I don’t know why I should feel this way regarding him, but he truly is special and wonderful indeed. Please don’t stir up and awaken any doubts in your minds as concerns all this. I am just telling the whole truth and not making anything here up.

“Would you mind if we go out for a much cleaner breath of air and I tell you a particular story?” This, Rhys says and declares to me with a humanely mind and likable expression. I can’t turn his offer down. I just have to go out there with him. Sure-fire do-ooohhhh!

“Of course, Rhys! You can surely take me anywhere it is that you feel like wanting to take me,” the words are already out of my mouth in that bubbly thrilled and galvanized sort of way than I cannot control or oversee. Anywhere that you feel like wanting to take me to? Sure! That is Mirth teasing and jeering me up. Damn her for it! She has the guts, doesn’t freaking she?

He stretches out his hand towards me so that he can grab hold of it and then lead and steer me out to the cleanly and wonderful breeze of air out there. What about Courtney—my best ever friend and chum? Am I not supposed to let her know where it is that I am heading off to with Rhys here? Using a voice-to-text application converter on my Blackberry Smartphone once Rhys is standing there talking and having a word up or maybe three with this particular dishy-looking gentleman that he came with in the companionship of Marie de Pierre, I grab myself aside to some quiet and not-so crowded corner where I speak out to my touch-pad phone: “I am going out for a walk with some guy, Schroeder. He is just a latest friend of mine—nothing more other than this. I will catch up with you later on. Enjoy yourself please, my sweetest babe!”

Speedily and with a pace quicker than the strike of lightning, the application has perfectly understood all my words—and automatically and 100% accurate faultlessly transcribed them all into a one-paged text, which I quickly and without wasting any bit of time post over and forward straight into Courtney’s mailbox. Of course! Her email programmer will quickly notify her about my newest message for her.

Rhys is now by my side, walking with me gracefully and beautifully out here. I look at him. Hmmnnnnn! He is so incredibly and wonderfully beautiful and gorgeous. Just like Charles was, and I even feel that he still is (Charles I mean, dummy). He (Rhys) feels like a hard and sharply stinging slap to my senses and rationale all abruptly and unexpectedly. I have felt this electrifying and galvanizing way with Charles before. I still am feeling it right now with this man here. What could this mean? That I am starting to get infatuated and insanely obsessed with him? It is normal to happen and occur anyways.

He also looks up at me here and then. I straight off and without prompt hesitation glance off away from him. Is it because I am all shy and awkward? Hell simply no! Then why do I have to do this? He doesn’t have to know that I have been looking heavily at him like this. Come on. Stop fooling and cheating yourself, Tori! He by now knows it……..he must have obviously felt it. That is so true and rightful besides—I am fully aware and conscious of this. What is he going to say now next, huh?

“You have a nice wrist watch,” I observe and pass comment to him. It is fastened and secured right there on his hand, hugging and clasping on to his skin dearly and lovingly. I wish I could do the same to him too. Ha—ha! I am just cracking jokes here, don’t mind me. The watch is as brand new and expensive as ever before. I think that it is the most expensive thing that he is wearing right at this particular moment. I love it. Not because it costs $$$. No way! Its make and design and model…….it is just damn too gorgeous and magnificent and eye catching and flattering to some soaring high degree. It seems like he has a good eye at seeing and picking up things, or doesn’t he?

Again his watch reminds me of Charles’. Yes! Charles loved and adored watches like mad. He even told me in person that he has so many of them stored and piled up there at his house and that he would without fail give me one too. “A promise is a promise,” I quote and say out his very own sweet-echoing words. But then again he was all poorly nervous and shaky and trembling as he was making this exact promise to me. Like he was afraid of failing to meet up its expectations in the very end and then let me down as a result. I just didn’t clearly get it. The poor thing! When was he ever going to stop being all this nervous and shaky and terrified when it came to me being in his presence? At least for the nonce, there emerged and cropped into sight and reality some improvement later onwards.

“Oh—my watch,” Rhys almost seems to forget that he is wearing it. He glances straight down at it. It is a Shinola make and model and a deep shining black in color and appearance too. I just simply love it for what it nicely and coincidentally is. “I am glad that you like it. But you know one thing? Even though it might look all this expensive and luxurious, it was not priced that really much high. Not at all! I think it is the best and fast functioning watch I have ever bought.”

Yeah. It might turn out so. And I wouldn’t be all any helplessly surprised and shocked either.

“You said that you are going to tell me this particular story,” I mention. He looks at me angrily and furiously for a bit while like he is going to frown and make a nasty bitter face at me for daring to ask him this. Oh no! He better dare not scowl again. I have already had enough of this sort. Seriously!

“I have not forgotten what I promised you, Tori.”

Oh………oh……..sorry mister. That is my entire fault, I am guessing now? Tori, learn how to be patient and good-minded, will you please, my sweetest love? Yes, Mirth-y! I have clearly heard you, beloved one. I am wondering…….what story is he going to tell me this time around? Is it a love story? I love romantic based and pieced up tales. They make my heart warm and gladly kick and beat up. I guess that we are all fans and lovers of romance, or are we really not?

“Once upon a time, there was a prince who lived in a land very, very far away.