It wasn't just a want. It was a need, this much I know for sure. I had seen him a couple times in public. I couldn't just say hi like a normal person, no, I had to stand there like a freak; staring at his facial features from his soft pick lips to his now blue hair. I would say the green hair fitted him better, but since the blue was fading and turning blue-green, it made his already intriguing blue eyes, almost mysterious. I had always wondered if he would keep his hair green, I do prefer it to his normal hair, for some strange reason his brown hair didn't seem to fit him. He would always tell me "hello," in his beautiful voice; he wouldn't say more, but then again, he is the silent type. My stomach would release thousand of butterflies every time I laid eyes on the beauty. He didn't look like he did years before, but neither do most people.

I was lying on the couch watching television like always, when to doorbell rang. I walked over and opened it; the person in the door way left me breathless. "I know what you are thinking," he said. My mind went racing, can he read minds or something. I know, silly of me to even think for the slightest second, but what else was I supposed to think? Imagine someone you didn't know all that well, ring your doorbell, the first coming out of them "I know what your think." Doesn't seem do crazy know does it? I know, I know, it still does.

He handed me a single rose, it was dead and withered away. I raised my eyebrows. "I saved it, I wanted to give it to you when we were younger. I liked you a lot then, I still do," he said, not even bothering to let me question him.

I was breathless. I dropped the rose and hugged him, it was almost involuntary. He was shocked at first, then hugged back. When we let go I pecked his lip, then took a step back. Part of me questioned even hugging him, the other part of me was content with my actions. "In case you haven't guessed, I like you a lot too," I whispered then kissed him again.

What was I doing, he was practically a stranger. I barely knew him. Was this right? He put him palm out, awaiting mine. I loved how he didn't have to speak to let me know what he wanted. I placed my hand gently in his. He guided me out of the door frame, out of the neighbor hood and into the park. We sat down on a bench, before he spoke. "I know we don't know each other as well as I would like us to. Will you accompany me on a date to the movies Saturday?"

I kissed him. "How about you come back to my place today and have lunch? We can make that our second date." I winked.

"Lead the way." He kissed me again. I knew then, whether I knew him or not, I already loved him.