Love Makes You Smile & Cry

ELENA'S POV;

Antonio didn't come to see me again after that moment. It was my fault, it was all my fault. I was the one making him feel this way, I was the one causing it for myself. I didn't want us to go on like this, so I lay on the bed, still naked as I thought about so many things. Did he still see me the same way that he used to? Did he hate me? I couldn't get over how he had walked out the other time. I felt like a burden. The tears dropped from my eyes onto the pillow I leaned on and then my hand found my purse. I remembered I'd kept the diary in there. I was in no mood to read about anything at the moment. I just wanted to wallow in self-pity. I felt like shit. But I don't understand why I just felt perhaps the book could get me away from reality. Perhaps I could escape this moment if I read it. I moved to open the purse and took the book out. My phone was on and I took it to check if there were any notifications.

I got seven missed calls from Jessie and ten text messages from her that I really didn't want to read right now. I knew she was worried about me but I thought it better to just avoid answering any questions at the moment till I was okay. I took the diary and opened it. I cocked my brows. It seemed as though she had this book with her right from high school. It'd been a long time since she wrote this. I was going to be reading her history. I just hoped I wouldn't see anything sexual in her diary though. I started from the first line and tilted my head. She'd fallen in love before? I had to admit, I'd never fallen in love, nor did I know what it was that it meant. I'd seen so many people in this lifetime but all of them had one assignment and that was to sleep with me. I never knew what love meant, I was only hidden behind the shadows of everyone's lust. I began to read....

“Love could be tricky most of the time that one might not even realize that he or she is in love. It cares not of who you are, or where you come from, but it can come anytime, and anywhere.

Love makes you smile, laugh, cry, happy, sorrowful. It's both astonishing and magnificent how love performs its tricks at times. Even in a relationship, that guy, that girl you love, that brings out the best and the worst in you, and our families and friends that bring joy into our hearts.

Once love comes, everything about you changes, when you see that person coming your heart skips a beat, you realize the change in the atmosphere, and everywhere you go or any place you are, you want to be with that someone, hold their hands, see their smiles, whisper in their ears kiss their cheeks, and you want to own them more than anything in the world. Well, that is love for you and me.

But once you're in love, be ready for tears.

This story all started when I had a crush on Aiden and I wasn't sure if it was a crush or love, we were really close though. There was something that got me attracted to him. Perhaps his smiles, his charming appearance and his sense of humour.

I fell in love with him at first sight, his brown smooch, and dark green orbs. His friends were always by his side, even when he walked out and came in. One of them, Ray, claimed he had a crush on me in our 10th grade. He was gorgeous and tall, and way fit for someone his age. Ladies did throw themselves at him, and I could say he was more handsome than Aiden, but he wasn't my type. We were just friends, not too close by the way.

I preferred Aiden. He didn't have to tell me he had a crush on me as well, I could see it in his eyes, in his actions. And his words sometimes could be agonizing, especially when he insulted me at times. I always wanted to retaliate, but my feelings for him made me weak to stand up for myself. Insults didn't really hurt me, their words couldn't even be as piercing as the ones of Aiden.

I respected him, but I hated seeing him angry. And the times when he flirted with the girls, it made my jealousy swell. And to describe myself, I was a quiet, lively, jealous, aggressive sixteen-year-old girl, who unintentionally yelled at people when she got provoked. That was one thing I hated about myself, the second thing was that I didn't have a lot of friends.

Brianne was my one and only best friend who always stood by me. An intelligent, smart, caring, disciplined and careful girl. She feared the fury of her parents, always wanting to make them proud, and so did I. Anne, she never ceased to see the opposite of what I saw in Aiden. She called him a playboy, a cheat, and what she always told me was that; "His looks are okay, but not charming." Indeed he was a playboy, but I didn't agree with the others. In fact, that didn't linger my feelings towards him. I thought she was just being jealous at first, but her actions spoke otherwise.

Each day I noticed Aiden with fair girls, though I was the fairest, I couldn't stand seeing these girls around him. It was obvious that he was attracted to fair ladies. It bothered me whenever I thought of it.

And speaking of Aiden, he wrote on a sheet of paper while the teacher was teaching. He (the teacher) turned away from the board and noticed him writing, he would have thought he was just copying his notes, because he turned again after, and Aiden didn't even notice. He folded the paper when he turned away, and passed it from his partner to me. My seat was adjacent to his but he couldn't stretch his hands from where he was to reach me, so he was assisted by his friends to pass the note to me.

When I read the note, I couldn't help but blush. It read; You look stunning, and I can't stop thinking about you. And then ended it with a cupid arrow.

Without hesitation, I took out my pen and wrote. Does me being in your head mean you have feelings for me? I saw him chuckle as he read the note.

What else would it mean? I blushed again. Our conversion through notes continued till the class was over, it was now break. I walked majestically out of the class, and as I did, I felt his gaze on me, never leaving.

Once I was out, I dashed towards the dining hall where I spotted Anne, talking to Purity. I sprinted towards them and gripped Anne by the arm.