Sound effects blasted out of the sound system in the movie theatre. It was dark and cold. Luckily, I brought an extra sweater for Ambar so she wouldn't complain about the temperature here. Ambar was so fixated towards the huge screen in front of us that she didn't noticed our hands were linked together. She was munching on some caramel popcorn with one hand while the bucket laid on her lap. Even though she dressed casually, she still looks good. Of course, I would be bias. I would like anything she wears. Her hair is short, with the ends touching her shoulder. She used to have really long luscious hair that reach near her waist. She used to hate having a hair cut and would be adamant about leaving her hair long. "I would look more like a princess," she said when she was younger. I love her hair too. It's a shade of light brown which frames her petite face nicely. I touched her hair gently, brushing the ends of a piece of her hair. She looked at me curiously and then shrug, returning her attention to the movie. I smiled at her. The need to make her mine and be closer to her, is becoming more overwhelming as the day passes. I could say, I am on the brink of desperation, because Ambar is very oblivious to my feelings and I would have to be more straightforward towards her.