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The story of how we met
The story of how we met by Richard Perez
The experience of her appearance causes an adherence of my eyes to hers. Butterflies stir in my stomach as they yearn to fly out between the lips of my dropped jaw just to catch a glimpse of what I saw. The feeling’s raw, and time pauses for what feels like an eternity. I hope it will be, but reality settles again as she moves closer to me. Nervously, I’m counting down her distance before the instance where I have to say something. My count gets to zero, and I say… I say nothing. Thoughts running through my mind, but I’m speechless at this time. Needless to say the first words, she says “Hi” and smiles ever so beautiful. I’ve said that about girls before, but for once I’m truthful. Put your hand on my pounding chest. I’ll prove it to you. Nobody can contest this emotion. It’s like I had an immense portion of the best love potion. I have a notion that this is the end of life as I know it. She’ll end up being the friend and a wife of a poet. But I think I’m thinking too far ahead. I don’t mean to show it. I’ll just think of what to say right now before I blow it. Before the moment ends, she forgets, and I regret, I smile back and say “Hi” instead. This is the story of how we met.
(written 09/03/09)
