I still remember the first day we met.
Cold.
Wet.
Rain pounded against the windows.
The ticking of the clock, the teacher's voice, and the beating of my own heart formed a rhythm so intense and regular that it could be broken by only one thing.
You.
When you walked into the classroom, all smiles and giggles, I swear I felt my heart stop.
The moment you looked at me, your eyes a glittering blue softness,
my stomach lurched and I felt like puking.
In a good way.
When you asked me for a pencil, I stopped breathing.
As I handed it to you, our hands brushed
and you smiled.