The Songs I Wrote You

Final Step

I could feel my eyes begin to well up with tears. I remembered that day. August 16 1998, it was the day I met her. The day I first saw her brilliant smile, and twinkling eyes. The first day I heard her angelic voice, and saw her shining brunette hair. She was beautiful, and still would have been...

I didn't know that she had written about that day. That she had written about our first encounter. I smiled at the thought, and continued to read. Perhaps our whole story was in here...

August 17, 1998

Dear Diary,

"He smiled at me today as he walked by me in the halls. I couldn't beleive he actually noticed me! His smile was so...so...magical! I couldn't explain it, all I knew was he had my heart wrapped around his finger, and to be honest, I liked it there. Even though I knew he had the potential to hurt me, I also knew that he wouldn't.

I could tell by the kindness in his eyes that he would never hurt me. Even though we were strangers, I felt as though I had known him my entire life. That I knew everything there was to know about him. That he was mine, and no one else's...only, I knew none of that was true. I didn't know him, and he didn't know me.

The only thing about him that I knew perfectly, was his mesmorising smile."

We are strangers in the same land

Being noticed, but never taking action

We have a connection that brings us together

Someday, I swear I will take that final step.