My love story.

We met.

Even when we were both sixteen you were beyond gorgeous. I could go on and on for hours and hours. Well at first it was your eyes. They swallowed me whole. Brown with those gold flecks that seemed to dance in the light. And you remember how we met, right? We were in the hallway; I was going to honors world history and you were shoved. Some shitty guy shoved you down to the ground. The hallways were packed so you were getting shoved into. Someone even spilled their Gatorade on you but I was in the right place at the right time. I grabbed you by your arm. I felt bad by how hard I had to pull. I didn't want to hurt you. But anyway I pulled you to the side and you had Gatorade all over your tight white shirt making parts of it red and parts of it transparent. You looked like you were about to cry. I pulled you toward the set of bathrooms. You looked sort of sticky and uncomfortable and oh how I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to kiss  you, just a little kiss but I didn't. I wish I did. Instead I pulled an extra tshirt out of my backpack and handed it to you and you looked so upset but you hugged me and I didn't even care I was sticky with that Gatorade. I hardly noticed. I told you I'd see you at some point and I'll never forget it. That's the day I fell in love with you