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5. plush slippers

Love at first sight?

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Enchantment?

Is this what I've been feeling the whole time, too? It was possible.

I used to not believe in love at first sight. Wouldn't that mean your 'love' was based strictly on physical attraction and your own biased perception of person? Shouldn't you get to know them, or at the very least, have a conversation with them? Lust, at first sight, maybe. That sounded so much more reasonable. But then it happened to me.

With Wren.

I saw him, and I knew it was love at first sight. It was real, it was fun, and definitely unforgettable- while it lasted.

Just because it was real didn't mean it was going to work, though.

When I first landed eyes on him, I was only 14. He made me feel shivers up and down my spine, and I knew that I wanted to know all of him. I wanted to know what he thought of different things, what made him tick, and the things that he kept closest to his heart. Still, only 14, I thought we were going to last forever.

I know better now; love at first sight isn't a love that will always last. But it doesn't always only happen once.

That's why even love- a force that controls us all in some way or another- deserves a second chance. This is me giving love a second chance.

Or maybe this was just me over thinking this.

Cameron's a guy, obviously. He probably didn't know that a roses' color even signified something.

"Damn it, Kyler! You get all the sweet, cheeky, romantic dudes!"

Smiling a bit, I apologized.

Anais waved me off.

We talked, watched another movie, and 4:30 soon rolled around.

"Let's get you ready! He said to wear something comfortable, right?"

-

I pulled up to the restaurant I was so familiar with at 5:30. I was nervous out of my mind and I didn't want to be late.

Checking my makeup and such in the mirror, I licked my lips- they had a tendency to get dry when I was nervous.

Anais had dressed me in a large navy and grey flannel with a white loose daisy crop top underneath, paired with leggings and white chucks. My hair was thrown into a high, messy ponytail and my features were complimented with light makeup in subtle, natural tones. I also wore my prescription glasses- with thick black frames- just in case.

I layered on a coat of clear lipgloss and looked myself over once more. I looked pretty damn cute.

I stepped out of the car and pushed the doors open when I stopped myself.

Cameron was already inside, scrolling down what I assumed was twitter, with his stupid jawline that could cut apples and hair prettier than mine would ever be. I was already early, so he was waaay early. How long had he been waiting? Did he give me the wrong time? The card said 6, didn't it? Was I late? Is he mad at me? Fuck!

Okay, whatever. It's fine, Kyler, you're fine.

Gathering all the bravery I could muster, I walked inside the small café and breathed in the scent of fresh bread.

How did I look? My eyes went everywhere but his general direction. I felt so awkward, already.

How was I supposed to approach him?

Did I just walk over and sit down? That was the logical thing to do, after all- but I had to be born an awkward fuck.

"Kyler!! Over here!" Cameron's raspy voice carried in my direction while he waved, like his flawless face wasn't the first thing anyone would notice after walking in.