The First

 It was ages ago, but I still remember the day I looked into her eyes for the first time. I was in 8th grade and she was in 7th. I was headed to an assembly, along with over 500 other students, when I ran into her, literally, knocking her books to the floor. She picked them up, and when she looked up at me I froze, unsure of what to say. She was short and thin, with short blonde hair and the most beautiful set of blue eyes I had ever seen, a phenomenon I have since called "lost eyes", both because she looked lost, and because I lost my train of thought every time I looked into them too long. Her features were pretty plain, nothing too remarkable, except for those eyes. They seemed to mesmerize everything they came directly into contact with. Anyways, I must've looked into them longer than I should have that day because by the time I managed to look away, she looked a little freaked out. For about a week after that, I wondered the halls in-between classes trying to come up with an excuse to speak to her, and was just about to give up when one day one of her friends came up to me in the hall and handed me a neatly-folded note labeled " From: Danielle / To : ? " When I opened it, the page was nearly blank, with just a few questions in the middle that read : "do you like me?" "are you dating anybody?" "do you want to?" and in the spaces I simply replied : "yes" "no" and "maybe", folded it up, and handed it back to the person who handed it to me.
A few class periods later, I got a second one, this time in person. I smiled, nodded, and hurried to my 4th period class, anxious to read it. The first thing I noticed when I opened it, was that the borders were covered in intricate little drawings of hearts and poofy clouds and that the page was as full as the other one was empty. It went on and on about that day, and how she was sort of scared of me, " but in a good way". Completely struck by it, I spent the rest of the class writing an entire page about that day, and focusing on her eyes, how I got lost in them, and gave it to her at lunch. She sat there at the table silently reading it, and when she finished she looked over at me, smiled, and went to her locker. I didn't hear anything from her until 8th period, when she handed me a piece of paper with nothing but her phone number. The first thing I did when I got home was call her, but I couldn't bring myself to say much of anything. About a week of the same type of awkwardness later, I met her before she got on her bus
and gave her a kiss, which was also really awkward, but after that, we started meeting up at breakfast, at lunch, and at every football game.
We were together off-and-on all through high school, breaking up, getting back together, getting together almost exclusively at school functions until at 17 I dropped out, and broke up with her for the last time. She got pregnant to too long after that and ended up dropping out of school. Now she has three kids and we hardly ever talk unless I'm needing a ride somewhere or she's looking for drugs.