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Do you remember the first day we met? I was so excited about everything I hardly paid attention. Most of what I remember is the emotion; the sheer thrill and exhilaration that filled me up like a helium balloon, so overpowering that my thoughts clouded over. I was running on pure adrenaline, leaping and cartwheeling and waltzing across precarious beams like a lunatic.

Then all of a sudden, you came along. You knocked me off the pole, tangling us up and stringing us upside down, two rabbits caught in a snare. You blinked your pretty blue eyes at me (blue like the sky, blue like the ocean, blue like dreams and laughter and freedom), too stunned to react.

I was in quite the same state. Not only from the sudden collision, but of your breathtaking, angelic face. I'd never seen a girl so beautiful as you, even as your blue eyes widened in a panic, a flurry of apologies escaping your mouth, desperate to appease me, to make up for your mistake.

I laughed, tried to say something funny (what was I thinking?) and asked for your name. I watched as you thought for a second, eyes glazed over and your nose scrunched just slightly.

I didn't know it then. Didn't know how much I'd come to admire that look, to smile at the familiarity of it, to treasure that picture in my heart, and keep it for a rainy day.

But here, I was struggling not to stare at you. Struggling, and failing miserably.

Your hair was blue. It was strange. It looked natural. Did you have a rare genetic mutation? Or a really expensive hairdresser?

Either way, your hair looked gorgeous. It was shiny and soft and dark, and it made you all the more mysterious and fascinating.

You were wearing the brightest, most vibrantly red suit that I had ever laid eyes upon. It was bold, certainly, a declaration of sorts. It was covered in black spots, and there were spots even on your domino mask.

If I'd seen anyone else wearing your suit, I'd laugh my head off at the ridiculousness of it. But it fit you perfectly, even before you had grown into it properly. It resembled all of your admirable traits. Your strength; in mind, soul, and body. Your courage and leadership, your kindness and resolute determination, your peculiar imagination and astounding strategic prowess.

Of course, this was before I got to know you. After all, I still didn't know your name.

Then you told me your name, (Ladybug) and somehow a million things had flown through my mind in such a few amount of seconds.

You asked for my name. I startled, glancing down at my own costume.

I was completely black, from the cat ears on my head, to the boots on my feet. A belt curled around my waist, a length of it hanging behind me like a tail. Then I noticed a silly golden bell that dangled beneath my collar.

The bell made me feel ridiculous, but still I came up with a name (Chat Noir), and gave it to you.

You sounded the name out thoughtfully, tasting it on your tongue. Maybe you liked it, because then you smiled.

I forgot how to breath. Something happened to my heart. It constricted, aching wonderfully, and I didn't know if it was good for me, but I loved it.

Your smile.

Only heaven knows what that smile of yours is made of. Only heaven knows how much I fell for it, completely and readily, diving headfirst like a gleeful little kid. Only heaven knows how desperately I needed to see that smile again when it ended, to make you laugh (oh to hear your laugh) to make you grin and tease me and never let me forget what happiness feels like.

I stood, dumbfounded, unmoving, like a statue. I must have looked stupidly funny, because you laughed and flicked the bell under my chin.

You took me by surprise with that move, but I laughed too. You pulled that laugh out of me as easily as if you were plucking a rose.

A great crash startled us, a reminder that we couldn't stay any longer. How I loathed leaving behind that peaceful and lighthearted conversation, but we had a job to do.

The battle passed in a blur. Throughout the whole event, my mouth erupted with stupid puns and I couldn't stop them (i think you broke me). I messed up, but you fixed it in the end. You're good at fixing things, aren't you? Maybe that's one reason I like you so much. Maybe I hope that you can fix me too.

You landed beside me, panting from exhaustion, dirt and sweat smudged on your face, your midnight blue hair frizzy and tangled. But even through that I could see the way your eyes sparkled out of glee, the way your mouth curled in a giddy grin, the way your breaths came out in elated giggles.

You held out your fist, and I bumped it with my own (Pound it!). I was exhausted, just like you, panting and aching beneath my cat suit.

But this.

This tasted like victory. Standing here, with you, hearts racing and breaths ragged and relieved, something powerful bubbling up within my chest. I held captive this moment, vivid in my memories and relived in my dreams.

We went home, job done, a precious memory forever tucked in my heart.

But it wasn't over, now was it? We both messed up big time.

I sprang into action, engaging the monster and distracting him from the civilians.

Perhaps it was wrong, but internally I was thrilled the monster was attacking. This meant you were coming back. This meant I could see you again, hear your voice and share a victory fist bump.

You didn't show. I waited, growing more anxious by the minute. Some girl got trapped under a car, but I didn't stop to help her. I felt horrible, but the monster was already leaving and I didn't have time. Still you didn't show.

The stone monster finally caught me in his grasp. My heart had begun to sink, deep, oh so deep into my gut. Where were you?

Then at last, you came. You freed me, both from the monster's hand, and my worried heart.

The monster threw a girl (Chloe) and you saved her. Then the cops told you to stay out of it, to let the professionals deal with it and not people who made mistakes.

You slumped, guilt ridden in your face, weighing down your shoulders. I put my hands on your shoulders (you looked so tiny, hunched and small), tilting your chin up to face me.

It's me and you. Trust me, we can do this. Together.

You stared at the ground. Then you looked up and nodded, a gleam in your eyes as you straightened your back.

You're right. You said. I nodded back, smiling. Then we ran back into the fight.

The stone monster had climbed the Eiffel tower, and all of a sudden a thousand black butterflies poured out of his mouth, flocking together to form a masked face. He demanded surrender, twisting words to blame the super duo for the chaos and destruction wreaked upon Paris.

You stood up to the challenge, eyes blazing and words determined and sure. I watched you in awe and wonder, as you set his words straight, declared your protection over Paris, boldly demanded his surrender.

That's when I knew for sure. Something settled then, in my heart, like it owned it, like it belonged there.

I was completely and utterly in love with you, and it felt so right. No matter what happens, I know there'll always be a place for you in my soul, even if we drifted apart, even if we became mortal enemies.

We won, again. You sent the ladybugs out, healing the city and repairing the damage from the battle. We shared another fist bump, one well earned. I joked about, you teased me, and we laughed together. I was eternally glad that we were a team and not mortal enemies.

We went our separate ways. I glanced wistfully the way you went, but I knew I couldn't follow you.

The rest of the day was lost to my memory. All I could remember was you. Everything else faded away. Who cared about school when you existed?

Do you remember that day?

The day we met.

The day I fell in love with you.