You are Her

The first time I met her was in a bookstore.

The bell above the door had rung, and as I glanced over, she walked in. Instantly, it was like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, and the only thing I could focus on was her. I was breathless, and she was gorgeous. Almost right away, I couldn't decide what I liked more about her; her long, flowing hair, her bright pink lips, or those beautiful eyes scanning the shelves until finally they land on me.

Then she smiled.

I knew instantly that her smile would forever be engraved into my heart, and I could only hope or pray that she would walk over and say something. I'd even settle for a prolonged glanced in my direction, however I was left with nothing but heartache as she turned away, carrying her books to the cashier at the register and checking out.

I couldn't quite make out what she was saying, and it would be blatantly obvious if I stared at her, so I simply sat there and tried to make it seem as if I were scanning the shelves just as she once had. Meanwhile I could almost feel my heart racing a mile a minute, and suddenly it felt very real to me that if I didn't do something in this very moment, this woman would be lost to me forever.

I wanted to bring light to where I stood, so I looked around for something to catch her attention with. Trying to knock down the book beside me, I stumbled and tripped over my own feet in what would be known as the worst moment in history to do so. Falling to the ground with a decently loud thump, I muffled my pain in hopes to ease the embarrassment as she quickly approached.

Her hand was the last thing I expected to see as she helped me up, dusting me off a bit and looking at me for a moment to make sure I was okay before helping me back to where I sat before. I'm sure she wouldn't think twice about it for the rest of her life, she'd go about her day without a care in the world- but it mattered to me.

She was all I could think about from there on.