The First time we met

When we first made eye contact I was scared because I thought that I would never look away. Like my eye were in a Chinese finger trap with her heart.

But then I looked again and I realized that my obsession had begun. It's like I had my first hit of a narcotic that I didn’t want to live without, minus all the side effects of actually being addicted to drugs.

In those few seconds it's like I could see exactly what I wanted in life and nothing else mattered. Its like someone decided to poison me with love potion and they did it by the barrel.

We met a second time and I was so distracted by her smile that nothing else mattered not even breathing was on my mind. We talked and all I could do was listen to her angelic voice like my Heart was the beat of the drums and her voice was the melody. And we were perfectly in sync. It sounded like a symphony of love letters swelling into my lungs. And I loved every second of it.

We met a third time. My eyes adjusted to the bright light she carried with her. It was like looking into the sun but more of a white light as if she worked as a receptionist in front of the Pearl gates of heaven. When she spoke it was like I had heard that one song that I couldn't get out of my head and it was a lot better than I remembered it.

Just when I thought I wouldn’t see her for a very long time ,if ever ,my phone buzzed for the first time in months and it wasn’t a candy crush notification. She added me on Facebook. My first reaction was to click on her profile and completely indulge myself in her photos. as if i was on a rampage. And it was amazing ,seeing her face again, seeing her smile it was unreal. (ding). a message popped up. “Hey:)" smiley face emoticon. Now we are getting somewhere. I read her messages and I picture her face and her mouth moving to the words on the screen. Finally i get up the courage to say “I miss your voice” she immediately refers that she sounds like an eight year on the phone. my heart drops like an anchor. I never said anything about a phone call.

She calls me cute and it makes me feel like I’m weightless. She tells me she’s not pretty and its like being hit in the face with a phone book. She tells me that she wants to see me and I immediately feel this sudden erge to jump in my truck and drive 40 minutes just for a hug. but as we talk more I realize that she doesn’t judge and that she doesn’t care where i have come from or how I got there but all that matters is that I’m here. And that means the world.