the very first time i laid eyes on you is the most treasured memory i own. i saw you and i knew i had to have you in my life because you were the most imperfectly perfect boy i had ever seen. you had a huge smirk on your face, messy hair, horrible dance moves, a grubby shirt on (that was all stretched out because of your carelessness that night) and you were all covered in sweat yet i was completely intrigued by you. i wouldn’t call it love at first sight, but there was a spark there i had never felt before (that sounds extremely cliché but there is absolutely no other way to describe it). i felt like if i didn’t make an effort and push past my shy instincts to talk to you in that moment i would have regretted it for quite some time. i had looked at boys before and felt an attraction, but never the feeling i had felt that night. some people may call it lust but i’ve felt lustful before and what i felt was nothing of that sort. it was overwhelmingly frightening yet exciting, like a grand adventure. and although modern day romances are not like in the movies or fairy tales, and although that night ended more horribly than i ever expected it could, and although we did not meet in the most romantic and fairy-tale like way i’d imagined it would be like when i was a little girl, i would not change a single thing because i have never been happier.
i love you always s.b.