I watched the calmness that filled her face as she plastered a permanent smile; it looked so real and genuine that I doubt she cares about the paparazzi. She looked like an appeased child; it was. Like her inner child was being fulfilled, her happy energy just powers the place as she went closer to the lake, and I bent to unbuckle the straps of her shoes, and she dipped it in the water as she inhaled and exhaled. The look on her face made me feel fulfilled, and her happy smile played in my face. I can not remember the last time I smiled like this, so real, so pure, so fucking raw. I watched as the dimple on her cheeks deepened like she wanted to say something but continued licking her ice cream instead.
With her facial expression and relaxed body language, I felt I could bring my little surprise out for her. I watched as her expression changed like she suddenly became guarded, and I wanted to wipe that look from her face. What is always making her fucking scared and that guarded look? It looks like something she has been doing for years that she cannot even hide, as I have noticed it a lot of times, from the moment I laid my eyes on her till the moment she stepped into this place. It is like she is hiding or running and not the "I am scared of the paparazzi kind" but rather it is a "I am in danger look."
I knew Maya was a mystery the moment I first saw her, but with everything that has been going on recently, I have finally understood that it is not a mystery that I can crack in a day or two; it needs time and digging, a lot of it, and to do that, to find everything I have been wanting to find, I need her to trust me, and this is what this is all about.
My designer randomly sent this design a while back, and I liked it, but it was a couple kinda thing. With this going on, I want to use it as an excuse to give it to you. "What is that? She asked like her eyes were behind her head; it is a pendant with a little encryption to it, and I want us to rock it, I said with a light chuckle, as she faced her back to me with an indication to put the necklace on. Her neck is sexy, my subconscious suddenly said, and I just sighed because my head and mind have been acting up lately, and I just have been too exhausted to engage with them. Your turn, she said as a smile played on her face. She placed mine on my neck as I suddenly heard her curse and scream, Duck!