It was the first time in my life I had felt this way. Butterflies where playing leap-frog in my stomach, and his smile illuminated my whole day. His eyes twinkling as if they where shooting stars in the midnight sky, and I wanted to make a wish. Every time he passed me by, I would stare at him from the corner of my eye. To be happy, his voice is all I need to hear, and after I keep replaying it in my ear. His swaggers untouchable and I wouldn’t have it any other way, because he’s the one I think about all day. He’s the freshest young man I’ve ever meet, never a day without looking spiffy, not yet. And truly what makes him perfect, is all his imperfections. He makes me smile when I don’t even want to laugh, and all I have just said is only the half.
The First Time
April 7, 2010